Battered and Buried: A Poem

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by Annie Phillips

There is a constant quarrel between bullets and

intended targets

the metal always wins

the mothers always lose

the children watch

& replay and rewind til they remind



could be twisted up

& spit out too.

That if they saywhosawwhat

Curfew would be a forever thing

An indigo blues

Doleful dim

A would have been flicker

In the cyclone we call Langley

Annie Phillips is a 22 year old French & Business Administration/Global Studies student and poet hailing from the Eastside of Chicago.