Generic

She was the generic type of pretty

that you could find on every street

with not much in her head

and her worth upon her feet.

Yet, I could hear her voice crying,

a desperate plea to free her soul

from the life she chose to live

that slowly took its toll.

© Autumn Siders 2016

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