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The Writing Explains Itself
By Chrissy BarnhillPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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You can take my life;
Take my light;
But leave my child alone
You nasty predator.
Leave the innocents innocent;
Don't make them sing
Your version of a song
That doesn't ring;
Of hope and a brighter future.
Let my he and she grow up on their own.
Would you want your child
Growing up in a world
Before it's gone?
Whether college or McDonald's
Gay straight or whatever
A minor is still a minor
With a still developing brain;
And you want to give them a lasting stutter?
I think not my dear;
My child I would live for.
Keep your noses, your "words" and your pictures to yourself;
This mama is a bear
When pulled down from the shelf.
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Chrissy Barnhill
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