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Free Martha
by Quinlan L GibsonFree Martha.
Let the poor girl go, its mere hours now.
She looks tired, used, spent if you will.
She looks wisened, resentful, and humbled.
Free Martha.
Just unlock her cell, tell her to go home.
Put the bracelet on her ankle, shes not going to roam.
Let her work and create and do what she does.
Let her grow and cook, and craft and sew.
Free Martha. Just let her go.
Poor old girl, she made a mistake, dont we all?
Served some time, lost some dimes
learned to mind her ps and qs.
Public punishment on t.v. and headlines.
Free Martha shes taken enough.
Let her breathe, and repent in her home on her own.
Let her wash and be cleansed and start over again.
Its mere hours now, just let her go.
03/03/2005 Author's Note: Silly. I'm watching all the hub bub about Martha. Poor thing.
Posted on 03/04/2005
Copyright © 2025 Quinlan L Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/04/05 at 05:07 PM ...good tongue-in-cheek "gotcha" on this lil escapade of hers eh? yeah, letter go, like you say well in this one, annnd don't we all make 'em?...good piece, quinlan. peace, chaz |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 03/07/05 at 05:38 PM love this...great poem.. |
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