A sketch colored from the crayons of a child was to be the witness, <br />All life maybe unfair at times and the heck with irony, paradox injustice, <br />Michelle I never knew you, but I think I know what you were like. <br />From your personal history of loving and caring, <br />removed from bigotry and prejudice and to follow your creed <br />-or what you perceived as truth. <br />This may have cost your existence on earth indeed, indeed. <br />Your cause for the world to make a better place was certainly noble, <br />To comfort the uncomforted, assist to assistable, to feed those who could not swallow, <br />to clean And bathe those who otherwise, in their feces, would wallow. <br />Did you deserve the end by such an unjustifiable means? <br />Certainly not, you trusted too much, loved too much, <br />Reality is what you didn’t know, <br />Ms. Rougeau, <br />It is either you hadn’t learned or you’ve forgot. <br />You cared too much and asked for nothing. <br />You were drained day to day, week by week, year by year- <br />You’ve could’ve asked for something, <br />I bet you did, you probably ask for more energy to give more, <br />Chances are the person that slashed you over and over again <br />was a schizophrenic in crack <br />Who doesn’t know anything about How, When, Who and When. <br />Michelle, you gave too much in your 35 years, <br />By your naïve trust in humanity, such as child, <br />You seemed to be innocent, saintly, <br />The Niagara Falls pouring out emotions through blood, sweat and tears, <br />You are an example of the injustice in humanity, <br />You are the reason people question, life, values, truth, love, hope, faith and sanity. <br /> <br /> <br />(6/1988)<br /><br />Joe Rosochacki<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/michelle-9/
