Why Me
A day like this I can't forget
Everything she said was like out of a book
Like Death of Night or Kill Kill Kill
She said it so plain
She expressed every word
She told us about this man and how he took this girl
and beat her to the ground until her cloths were bloody red
and face was black and blue
like blackberries in a vineyard or blueberries on a vine
He didn't have remorse he didn't shed a tear
He just stood there watching her as she lay in the dirty street
Why me

Beverly K. Tabor
Copyright ©2007 Beverly K. Tabor