January 1, 2009
By Leannette McPhatter, Middletown, NY

Without memories, my beauty was hatred
Grains of ecstacy through my nights, were reality
Morning left bitter torn love unfettered
People leave me anguished in disguise
I was despoiled of my youth
But mislead by my exemption
My individual weaknesses,
Get taken as a plea to humanity
And yet
My life exemplifies the memories of love
The grains that once were,
Are no more, and now just a figment
I'm no longer tortured by people
And their persona's of un-trustworthy
Yes, my youth was detracted
And my exemption was a fabrication
But i'm still standing
Holding on to the threads fed to me
By the Corperation of America
And still, I am

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