3:24 Am Poem by Nadine Mushcab

'It is 3: 24 am and we still cannot sleep.
Our tears of sorrow we gently weep.
For our hearts have wounds that are not skin-deep.
We only wish to murder the maker of those wounds, the disgusting creep.
We cannot cuss the creep because the poem will be censored with a beep.
The only way to heal our hearts is to take a leap.
After all what we sow is what we reap.
SO you disgusting creep fly away so we can tan and ride our JEEP
Eeeep eeeep eeeeeep'- Reema (my sister)


(Written by my sister)