Streets of Silent Screams

by

Wesley A. Storer

Her love was like the flowers
A soft and caressing splendor
Of visual warming grace
But her soft petal dreams
Were torn apart at the seams
On the streets of silent screams
Raped at the age of fourteen
Treated worse than trash
By her conformist peer group
For not being a cool swinger
Now they still lust after her
Those Hell Hounds on her trail
Saying she possessed free will
She asked for it! she wanted it!
What good has free will availed?
She wanted to be liked, accepted.
So she gave them what they wanted
And endures being called a tramp
They met at the public school

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from: Chagrin Falls, OH, US

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