I am Sandra
No longer drawing breath
She was left
On a concrete floor
Turning blue and cool to touch
She dared to reproach
The man in blue
Steel insides and at his side
Who ushered me
roughly
Into a hellish
ride
Without
communication
Or heeding my
pleas
PLEASE
Held me down and
slowly
Watched my light fade
With the clout of the thin blue Line
Left my lifeless body supine
My family wrecked to the core
Society’s child abhors
No one thought
About my demise
That next sunrise
Focused Fury
You held my love,
Fondled my heart
Cradled my parts
You extolled that you cared for me
This text was not meant for me
Indicates those days that you played me
My soul is now in a focused fury
That I could do life without parole
Due to your blood on my hands
The rampage would be loud
The damage would compound
I would be separated from those who are true
Not one member of my family or friends
to my bitter end,
ever needs to trek to see me
or refill my commissary
So I wipe these tears away briskly
Knowing that you prefer,
high mileage
W-A-P
Instead of the upscaled tailored
Beautiful me
Is an early blessing
before
this Thanksgiving
Equation
Today my calculator
Added dialogue
Subtracted the menopause
Multiplied my steps
Divided my faults
Totaled my problems
Equals my life
Paunch
I expanded my girth
With Thin Mints®
Chased with almond milk
Assisting an iconic organization
Increasing their coffers
Without a beret or sash
There is no badge
Ironic and fulfilling
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