A young woman sings quietly.
What has been done can not be undone, yet her song continues, words floating on the crisp morning air.
Barely out of girlhood, she sings the song of a man who beats women, her mind filled with dreams of street gangs, “power flows from the barrel of a gun”.
What has been done can not be undone.
Just a girl, late teens, heading somewhere, singing.
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K Morris - Poet 
I have never been much keen on poetry, but your words have such resonance that I am beginning to change my mind completely.
Thank you for your lovely comment. Its great to know that my poetry is appreciated. Best regards. Kevin
As I’ve mentioned before, Kevin, you have a way with words. This is poignant. ❤
Thank you so much Tess. Kevin
You are welcome.
I’m impressed because I have to write everything down and then move words around and scratch things out and move them back…yada yada yada. You’re way ahead of the game. You have a wonderful talent. ❤
Thank you so much.
You are more than welcome, Kevin.
This was an interesting poem. It has so many possible meanings. Of course, some of the interpretations are probably pretty personal. We have approximately 800 recognized street gangs in my city, and it seems more and more teens are taking refuge within the gangs. It all leads me to believe that I was very lucky to have been a teen in the decades before the “rise” of the street gang. And, your words, “what has been done cannot be undone” strike a particular chord.
Many thanks for your comment. As you say, the poem is open to interpretation. Street gangs do offer a sense of belonging, of community albeit a very warped one. When people have fractured existences and feel that no one cares they may turn to street gangs or other forms of criminality. I’m glad you never got caught up in street gangs as a teenager. Kevin
Yeah, me too. I had enough problems growing up with a budding mental disorder(s). Joining a gang may have provided the familial links that I did not have at home, but probably would have been a really bad idea. Better to just wait it out, and realize that there are more people with difficulties of their own and I wasn’t the only one. Although it can feel that way.
Thanks for your comment. Yes we all, to some extent walk a lonely road and this can be especially true if one has a disability.