Not Popping Bottles, Not Sad by Kori | Written 3/13/17
You caused pain for the women in your family,
things done behind closed doors and in the dark always come in the light.
Sun screen can’t protect you from this burn,
for the record I am not speaking ill of a man that died,
since he was already dead inside when he was alive.
I will not waste more space on a person who destroyed lives.
You may have been a brother, father, and son to some,
but to me you were nothing more than a predator.
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