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HER
BY: Cassie Mann

that girl, they call her retard girl. they spit on her and walk on her and
mentally destroy her.
She doesn't like them, why should she like them? she's not an object, she's
that girl with the most cake.
OH her that musical goddess.
OH her the lyrical genius.
OH her in her pretty dress, with lipstick everywhere, and jewels in her hair.
Her past love may have ende in tragedy, but life goes on; still many faces to
see.
That girl, they call her miss world, yeah, she's miss world.
Her life is like a crowd. always pushing her way through.
OH her- that punk-rock girl
OH her- that grunge girl
OH her- her music blares
her music blares
her music blares
Call her love call her hate
call her mother call her child
she's almost too invincible and wild.
OH her-strumming those 6 strings
Oh her- the crowd screams for more
I was there. oh beautiful bitch goddess screaming "get off my stage, jocks. i
want the geeks and freaks".
Oh, the night of my life that i will never forget. Screaming her
name- never wanting the music to stop. OH the sorrow- i cry and cry for you.
Ghost that haunts you.
The anticipation of Courtney to enter the stage. Shaking and nervous,
i saw a being enter the darkness. I screamed my loudest. it felt like a
billion needles were poking my throat- tears streaming down my face.
My dream had come true. i met HER . i met retard girl. grunge
goddess. The widow of Kurt Cobain.
I can describe to no one the happiness i felt that night. The happiness of
meeting this rockstar. nor the sadness- the sadness- knowing it would have to
end.
i will trasure this poem/song for the rest of my life. This
is the only description i have of May 24th, 1999.
I will always love you, courtney
you are HER