For Anna, My Cousin (RIP)
Anna never had a chance; she was wild
Before she could even grow as a child
Messed up parents wrapped in Religion
Never did care 'bout the child's condition
At two she saw the hatred and abuse
The ugly conflicts she could not refuse
Her father and mother with violent rage
In domestic scenes they always engaged.
As a teen she was lovely and attractive
But her person in lost values were captive
She worked in a bar and had lots of money
But she fell to drug dealing, eventually.
Anna met the actor's son who played the dice
Supplied the drugs for her merchandise
She must have crossed him in some devious way
She was murdered with drugs that took her away.
Anna was my cousin and I longed for those days
When we were young children, and I watched her play
As a two-year old toddler who will never know why
She had such a misery, and later... to die.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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