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    "Throw the Book at Her and It Hurts (For each Moment)" Lyrics

    Reisa L. Gerber

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    She cried to her mama,
    She sobbed that
    "...they're done with me..."
    Putting her life on the line
    For the money...
    But he was upstairs
    With the baby asleep,
    When a silent intruder
    Snuck in like a thief.
    Two children were lost
    instantaneous murder,
    And within a dam inch of...
    Her own life
    They hurt her...
    And she called 9-1-1,
    But not and not after,
    They left a stained sock
    In the driveway (move faster)...
    And "sock it to birthday",
    And to the day,
    She played to her child
    In the (face) of his grave...
    And that's about it...
    And they threw the dam book
    At her,
    But for the defense,
    Extenuating Circumstances.

    A sweet little Angel is gone
    To the dust,
    That's how we do
    In this country we luv,
    So many pictures u see
    From the earth,
    We walk on the moon
    For all that it's worth.
    When it living a lie,
    It revolves like ur soul,
    And they lock u away,
    And the truth isn't told...
    So u try to defend
    With strength Herculean,
    A fraudulent luvver
    Who didn't talk real.
    And ur children are gone
    At the hands of "not yet",
    When it comes down to u,
    It's like Russian roulette...
    So u write to the President,
    Freedom allowed,
    To ask him if he's gonna
    Visit ur town,
    How much we no now,
    And how much we didn't,
    How long it must be
    Since they put you in prison.
    Because I don't believe
    That the Angel was spared,
    How much money she'd stand
    To get off on her man...
    And I'm not rich
    Like some dam millionaire,
    But I hurt for each Moment
    They lock her in there.

    These two poems are in support of a legal stay for Darlie Routiers, on
    Death Row in Texas. I am involved in a mental health program in
    New York and I have a friend who killed her mother in 2002. She lives
    in supportive housing here. The power of the state government is
    killing. Be that Darlie probably did not even leave her home after
    the murders, thus making someone else the murderer, the person who
    dropped the child's bloody sock, outside, means that only her footprint
    on the driveway, or wherever the intruder ran, to get out, could indict
    her. And that includes mania and silly string at her child's

    I have nothing more to say about this, and I wish all concerned the
    This song was submitted on November 10th, 2016 and last modified on December 3rd, 2016.
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