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There’s a famous song
With an intrusive view
It’s so hard to view
Because his name was Luka
He lived in the 2nd floor, he was abused

It came to life with lyrics and all
By singer, Suzanne Vega
If you ever hear his cries
He was never satisfied of his blows
As the wind blows, u can hear his cries louder

That which, no one heard …
If anyone opens his tiny torso-am sure bruised
Also confused, only food were his head blows
Not love there, but hate as his roof
Am sure, he huffs and puffs as toys were stuffed

There’s an enormous lack of love
How tough for a 2-year-old
To start a life abandoned and pin to hate
Whom are we to blame, if-when he wakes up
Now with a gun, he killed and then ended

Mothers and fathers
Where are you today?
Where is your place in society?
Can a child defend for themselves
A tiny kitten can’t, what makes you think

Can a 2-year-old?
Now, court decision is changing.
It will be, you both now charged
You abandoned a soul
Placing hate, instead of love

Call me Minnie, never JLO from the Bronx
I may have worked there
I rushed out and escaped fast
I had too much love, before they permanently
Tattooed in my brain that, was never love

I broke multiple bones
Starting to heal
The most was my brain
That’s because it hard to erase
I tried using whiteout and an eraser

It didn’t work … I sought help
From the number one MD
He came for me
Provided a prescription man never have
That was my will live… my God, gave me that

You may not know me
But I do know you …
If I may have seen confused
If I may be presented with no will 2live
Nor give in … It was not because, I was weak

It you thought I was mute
Thus, saw I couldn’t stop talking
Because, inside I was bleeding out love
As no gauze could close those wounds
Perhaps, with a nice perfume on my clothes

To make me look, un-home
As the only proof, I was alive but,
… dying inside from blows should never taken
I was never homeless, alright, inside
… just, appearing like not

Why was that?
… regardless well-dressed had endless of love
… from my hubby and son, not enough from
…. Because, those fools tried hard bury me alive
None knew love, I can now claim

The very few … who was nice enough
To respect me
That was enough!
That was a lot to grab
However, too many haters on my back

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