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Thursday, March 17, 2011

A POEM BY MY BROTHER "HOSTAGE the POET"

Nixzmary Brown 
7 yrs old 
Born: July 18,1998
Place: Bedford Stuyvesant Brooklyn, NY
Torture bound molested and beaten by stepfather and mother 
Killed Jan 11th 2006

Poem 

Dear Nixzmary 

Your so called parents needed adult supervision 
They are monsters 
Green 
The type that like to hid in dark places like underneath beds
Just waiting for innocent ankles to dangle of Box Springs 

I wish you were my daughter 
Mija
I wish I was a Super Hero with Super hearing 
that Wednesday so I could hear your cries for help
And with or without cape save you from your ill fate.

I wonder will you meet my unborn 

I hope to see you soon 
when Resurrected ones awake from moments of deep sleep 

Your new smile once again learning to use familiar lips  

Your Husband that never was 
Sleeps in the same bed that you never had a chance to dream in
Next to your weeding dress that you never were fitted for 
Hope and praying one day 
Your body will instantly fill it. 

(c) 9/1/2010 Hostage 

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