Death Before Birth

Her clothes are dark, her face hung
Her movement doesn't fool anyone
Experiences are too many to forget
A life she is too young to regret

Looks dart to her, return straight ahead
Shame on this girl, 'Life shouldn't be wasted'
If only they knew what life she had led
It is already gone, before it could be tasted

A future is a laugh, consider the past
No job, no school, no possesions at all
In life's great race she comes in last
Nobody cries when she finally does fall.

by Andrew T

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what perception in this piece, Andrew. i wonder who the girl is you speak of.