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R.I.P.

by

Kristie May Culler

Somebody killed Kristie May
The didn't use a knife or a gun
Nor did they use anything the like
Instead they used words
General comments
They spoke their minds with out thinking
They told her that she was a bitch
That she had no heart
That she had no right to complain about things that she felt unjust
That no matter what her talents, she was dispoeable
But what they didn't realize was that they disposed of her right there
Kristie May is dead
Her fear of her disposal has lead to her silence, and now her soul has no escape
She exsists now as a mere shadow of her former self
Constantly second guessing her actions, what she could have done or what she should have said
She no longer lives as she once did
She has reverted to the child she was years ago
Unsure of her motivations
She is a child
But she is a child with out innosnese, because of the burdens she carries
The burdens of her convictions
She was found guilty
Guilty of being an individual
Of being unique
Of being herslef
The guilt was what lead to her demise
To her death
Kristie May is dead
May she rest in peace
Long live Kristie May

I

by

Kristie May Culler

I write, therefore I am
I am, therefore I write
Eitherway . . .
Is what I write really me?
Is this really my voice?
Is this a voice of my generation?
Do others feel the same?
Or am I here, standing, alone?
Spinning my own rhetoric?

Yours

by

Kristie May Culler

Its your life what are you going to do
fill it
throw it away
make it into something
it's your choice
so choose already
times ticking
your wasteing it
don't let it pass you by
it's to precious
so choose