A Bullet Through Colors
49 colorful souls un-willingly sentenced to a dark abyss ...
or possibly an eternity on cloud nine?
The immense fear of what might...
Gleefuly dancing, grinding, and passionately loving the night away.
How dare someone play god and end a night never to forget and now never to be forgotten
The testosterone mellowing in the room
Screams seeking help
The future adoptive parents, possible ceo, and outgoing rights activist
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Published for " Power Poetry Scholarship Slams"