not my picture…
A woman had died, you may not have known her, but she could damn WELL be your sister, your friend, your own MOTHER, your AUNT, cousin, or anybody ELSE that’s related to you…
The death of a woman unknown, she’s “labeled” as another Jane Doe, but, she HAD a name, before she was so carelessly, brutalized by someone, and discarded, inside that dumpster like TRASH, can you imagine, that she was once, someone else’s child, wife, mother, sister, and friend? Of course N-O-T! Because ALL you see of her, is her present “state of being”, brutalized, with her clothes, torn up in so many GOD DAMN places, and it still wouldn’t matter what she did for a living, not to you, because, for ALL you know, she’s just another one of those ladies who D-I-E-D………
not my sketch still…
The death of a woman unknown, well, I knew her, and, she’d done NOTHING wrong, to NOBODY, and for ALL you may know, she’d brought her own DEATH upon herself, but, to me, she was, a good friend, someone with shared experiences, someone who was, important, to ME!!! So, SHOW some respects to the DEAD there………
not my sketch here…
The death of a woman unknown, she used to be known, if not well-known, known, by all who loved her, but now, she’d become, reduced to, not even, a vague face in the crowd………
Life, the Obstacle Course 