Poems by Jenny Sheffield

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The Star

a poem by

Jenny Sheffield

Injustice
Ignorance
Hate
Creed
Want
Why?
The star,
What a wonderful creation.
So perfect
Beautiful
Angelic
Relief from the
Injustice
Ignorance
Hate
Creed
Want
We are all stars now.

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Ow

a poem by

Jenny Sheffield

These ropes keep getting tighter
Around my wrists.
A thin line of
Blood appears.
Can no one see that
I’m in pain?

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