Pig tails, cute smile
Drawing rainbows with my crayola
Is it already over?
But I thought I would get to carry my new school bag over my shoulder
Stabbed, raped, slain
It’s almost as though my life was in vain
My sixth year on the planet/this is not how God planned it
Even in death I’m ridiculed by justice
Minimal Jail term/Bail of a certain sum
Is that all my life was worth
All the pain that my mother went threw when she gave birth
He thought I could cure him? How? I’m not a magician?
Doesn’t he know there is no cure?
Where am I? Where’s my doll? What’s this for?