Pride Poem by Kelsea Osterman

Pride



Watch her fly.
High in the sky.
Let her be.
For tomorrow
She will be gone.
Even though she carries
much pride.
No one cares.
They will kill her.
Kill her in a heart beat.
Which is all she
might have left.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bernard Snyder 03 March 2011

Very intriguing, Kelsea!

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Jesus Christ 28 March 2010

Wow love this one, kind of something I can relate to.

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