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Why Her?


Her arms and legs are thin
as they shake back and forth
Her body has been broken 
and her state of mind has 
been diminished into an
incapable being.
One so alone
Like the child 
who was not 
given an answer 
when they called
their mother's name
It is hard to imagine 
a life so far from being
okay as the one in which 
she lives on a daily basis.
How can they not help her
as she shakes, as her pain 
is so undeniably present 
within every layer of her
skin you can see the 
bruises and the 
operations that
have taken 
place 
And you 
ask yourself
Why her?

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