The First Time We Met

She lives her life,
and the world hates her.
She lives her life,
and the world beats her.
Their words break her bones.
Their laughter sends her crying.
Her innocence sickens them,
her passion repulses them.
She hears them say
how they hate her,
but still she smiles.
She hears them say
she'd be better off dead,
but still she tries to smile.
She watches them destroy her,
but still she prays for a savior.
                      DannYetman
           http://yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/ 

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