How 2 Save Irene Poem by Bree Z Love

I met her on the bus stop. Waiting on the Number 37. Already feeling blue and wondering how, much more i. Could do. She is leaving me for school. I was praying to the heavens.
God please. Keep her.
My daughter is safe, so what Am i to do.
Irene is blue.
He beat her.
Today,
Yesterday,
Monday.
She did not have a clue of what she should do.
Don't be a fool.
Ride this bus,
Never look back!
Take a look at me!
I am happy and free.
Come, live with me.
Irene is crying.
Because she is dying.
I told her my story.
She knows, i am not lying.
She is looking at me, sobbing.
God please. Help me 2 help. Irene
God please. Keep her.
She is about to leave. This is her stop.