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The Kennedy Poems Mrs Kennedy ... you were crawlin on all fours ... I saw you they printed you that way for the curiousity seekers t get a close glimpse of Mr Kennedy's last car ride ... yes I too was forced into acceptin my role as curiousity seeker ... they showed you in four separate pictures runnin in slow motion after you knew your husband was shot ... the second after you knew your husband was shot you were up an past the back seat ... climbin down the trunk ... then a man came runnin ... he came runnin t'wards you ... he was called a security guard he came closer as you were farther out on the trunk he jumped up on the trunk ... there were no more pictures showin this the magazine then proclaimed that you were tryin t help the man into the car ... Mrs Kennedy you dont need excuse for being out on the trunk the seconds after your husband was shot everybody could see what was happenin in these pictures with their own eyes ... why was the truth of human beings distorted? how far can this hero image go? everybody aint a hero ... why am I deliberately lied wild lies about what I see with sound eyes who am I t be so insulted? I respect you Mrs Kennedy but I need no pictures t provide the respect ... my respect springs from reasons in my soul of which I cant touch nor explain ... I do not feel better knowin you are human I knew it all the time. __________ Mr President I too take off my hat t you I shall abandon the rumours from mogrul's world as old hags in high clothes an court my truth as a youthful girl an not worry about my heart being broken oh some say it was more men than one oh the wind blows bitter I am sick t my soul an my stomach thru communication I heard the high men speak of him as tho they were best friends all criticizers t recall the day once more in my mind I'd just as soon not for its useless Broadway was salted like a truse had been sighed all eyes were magnitised t each other all regret they'd ever criticised him even those who've even been known t 've dispised him _________ to compliment one the complete reward oh your hair looks fine today I look at myself with cause to examine dressed in jeans like the magazines say ah I ask "would I kill the president" for any reason ... an men have reasons for how they act an I say ___________ I stand an watch the clock tick a bridge of time 'tween my cliff an the one across the great white way I've never seen the likes of where I'm goin before I do not know how soft or how hard the ground is over there for its never been explained in terms of standin on it ... but with every tick I take another step because stunned by disbelief as everybody in the room we watched Walter Cronkite half asleep tryin his best t fasten rumor t'gether it was friday mornin yesterday a riot started up in Harlem t'day at least for now it is no more I shall court the truth like any other youthful girl an worry not about a broken heart but the sword that bleeds from a mortals blood shows only its holder's reflection Broadway was sleepin with people as groups gathered round radios it was
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