Small Little Book

Poem By Keek Douglas

A small little book
With the words that fill my head
Are now in the hands
Of the man
That killed me dead

In this book
Lay my stories
Of grief and joy

But he took the ones
That would silence
The deadliest man

He took the ones
That could kill
The strongest animal

This man
That holds my book in his hands
Only tells the stories that hold my life
In their hands

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