My blood ran red somewhere unknown to police Found, washed, bruised, divided at my waist, face-up, dead Left in a lot to be found, to fill them with dread I never lived long, so I'm a Murderer's eyepiece I caused people to argue, caused a breach of peace Oh, how much fear caused to be so long dead Oh, the angels probably sang while I bled The press tried to tell my story, to release I would tell you exactly what happened But the Unknown only knows now I could speak up if I wasn't dead right now If I could I would shun my killer somehow I would be in a court taking a vow My death, my death, I'll revenge,somehow
this a poem I had to write it for school It is on the Black Delilah ******
Written by
Tabitha Lee 18/Gender Fluid/Nowhere but everywhere