Justice

Death and justice; Fictioned non-fiction.

Would it do you justice to hate me?
Would it do you justice to make fun of me?
Or maybe you want to rape me
Never date me
Make me have your baby
Just to then desert me
So maybe
You should just go ahead an burn me
But please, just tell me why
Does it do you justice to hurt me
Why should I serve you?
You never even deserved me
How could you do this to me
Violate me, mentally, physically, and internally
I'm painfully regretting the fact that you gotta abuse me
But you used me- plain and simple
Treated me as if I was your pimple
Squashed the living crap out of me
or completely ignored me
While you watched my insides come out
And you never listened to me
Did that do you justice
To see me bleed out my tears
When I stood in front of you
and killed all my fears
The day I took your gun
And put it down the place
where you commonly used to travel and cum
to take my pride and life away
Did my death bring you justice
Or did you actually want me to stay?

Danielle Keen
Sometime in 2006.