Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
As for you, Raba
Try not to make a sound
The boys in blue have come for you now
“We are human!
This flesh of mine that you’ll take
Might mean nothing to you
But to me means everything.”
Out on the corner
With all her things in tow
A cold heart to greet hers
She’s used to that, just go
No hope for a future
No help in being whole
Waiting in the quiet
On her back while they attack
The beauty of a woman
Fields and fences
Watching defenseless
As they take her down