KHARI

Sara's Sentence

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Sara Kruzan was raised in Riverside by her abusive, drug-addicted mother.  Sara met her father only three times in her life because he was in prison.

Since the age of 9, Sara suffered from severe depression for which she was hospitalized several times.  At the age of 11, she met a 31-year-old man named G.G. who molested her and began grooming her to become a prostitute.  At age 13, she began working as a child prostitute for G.G. and was repeatedly molested by him. At age 16, Sara was convicted of killing him.  She was sentenced to prison for the rest of her life despite her background and a finding by the California Youth Authority that she was amendable to treatment offered in the juvenile system.

“Life without parole means absolutely no opportunity for release,” said Senator Yee. (of California)  “It also means minors are often left without access to programs and rehabilitative services while in prison.  This sentence was created for the worst of criminals that have no possibility of reform and it is not a humane way to handle children.  While the crimes they committed caused undeniable suffering, these youth offenders are not the worst of the worst.”

 

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Everyone needs to listen to this track! There are hundred's of Sara Kruzan's standing on street corners right now and we need to do all that we can to love, cherish, protect and educate our daughters to prevent this from ever happening again!

Levon's Legacy

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Eviction Notice

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The destruction of our happy home

began when we unlocked the door to our marriage

and allowed dishonesty and disrespect

to creep in and become our houseguest

and now woman we have no other recourse

but divorce

The mortgage on forgiveness is late

apologies are months past due

our marriage is in foreclosure

and I'm praying for closure

when you served me those divorce papers

it felt as if you nailed an eviction notice to my heart

you packed your bags

threw your wedding ring to the floor

walked out the front door

and now love don't live here anymore

Misery loves company

and evidently the company we both kept

overslept

We invited infidelity into our home

and misery moved in rent free

If love is a house

then dishonesty is the wrecking ball

that destroyed our marriage

In our naiveté as newlyweds

we unknowingly welcomed homewreckers

with ulterior motives to our housewarming

If only we had looked through our spirital peep hole

perhaps we would've been able to prevent the evil people

from trespassing on sacred ground

and tearing down our marriage

I still replay scenes from our wedding day

we were so happy then as bride and groom

I remember carrying you through the threshold on our honeymoon

remember how we made passionate love for hours in every room

Everything in this house reminds me of you

the cast iron claw foot tub where I washed your back

the master bedroom where we would make  love all day

the scent of your perfume still lingers in the hallway

If these walls could speak

they would tell of a time when we once loved each other

How quickly we went from being happy newlyweds

to miserable and married

Look at the damage we did to this house

and even worse is the irreparable damage we did to each other's hearts

leaving behind walls with punched holes

fragments of smashed dinner plates

sounds of front door slams

and greeting each other with hate filled stares

It's tragic how we slept in the same bed

but grew worlds apart

I guess sleeping with anger

makes it easy for hatred to creep inside a person's heart

I tried having a garage sale

to auction off our mementos and bad memories

but the spiritual relics of our reltionship still remain

and I still feel agony and pain

when I stare at our wedding portrait in the smashed picture frame

when I move out my new address will be 101 heartbreak

located on loveless lane

So I close our crimson colored curtains

leave memories behind like unwanted possessions

pray that God forgives me for my transgressions

and wait for time to turn memories of our marriage

into faint recollections

But before I go

I'll leave a letter to the new occupants

with these words of wisdom:

Never cheat on the person you love

never sacrifice a lifetime of marital bliss

for a few nights of lust

because it only takes one lie

to destroy a lifetime of trust

Never build a house on a cracked foundation

because it's impossible to repair a relationship

lacking concrete communication

Most importantly

always be honest

don't keep skeletons in your closet

never come home late at night using false alibis

because there is no redemption value for recycled lies

If you had the courage to walk down the wedding isle

you should be willing to keep a marriage counselor on speed dial

never keep secrets if you truly want to reconcile

I'll place this letter on the mantle of the fireplace

but for now I need breathing space

I'll leave this house

right after I'll burn the bed on which we once slept

and I'll douse the flames with the tears I wept

and then I'll carry my emotional luggage down the front steps

without ever looking back

My bags are packed

mementos of our marriage

tucked in the back of my mind like a suitcase

I no longer desire to live in a place 

haunted by memories of our failed marriage

For now I'm just a homeless vagabond

the term has expired on our marital lease

and I regret how we soiled our sacred wedding vows by sleeping

underneath infidelities sheets

If only we had prayed to God every night

perhaps then we could have built a spiritual bond

too strong for Satan to sever

but I'll cherish the memories we made together

forever

but I doubt if I'll ever

be able to let another woman move into my heart again

Because you were my wife

and when you served me divorce papers

it felt as if you nailed an eviction notice to my heart

love overstayed its welcome

made a quick exit out the front door

and now love...

love ...

don’t live here

anymore!

 

The Beast

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Heart Transplant

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Lost Paradise

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Lovestruck

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She wore dark sunglasses during the winter
attempting to disguise
the purple bruises
that painted the corners of her eyes
attempting to hide physical injuries
that no makeup could mask
curiosity caused me to question her and ask

Beautiful woman
Why are your eyes black and blue?
who did this to you?
don’t try to defend your boyfriend
did that coward attack and hit you?

She cried as she told me how he hit
her the previous night
choked her by her windpipe
then afterwards
he claimed the physical assault
wasn't his fault
because she provoked the fight

I stared at her purple bruises
blood stained lips
and watched her shoulders sag
and I told her
"No woman ever deserves to be hit like a punching bag"

You can no longer allow that man to intimidate you
and scream
pistol whip your self esteem
he wants to manipulate you and make it seem
as if he loves you
that’s part of his psychological scheme

He's attempting to manipulate your mind
and keep you under his control
but you can no longer allow this emotional vampire
to suck the joy from out of your soul

You need to heed the warning signs
look at how his abuse is taking an emotional toll
and quit rushing to his defense
 it doesn't make sense
quit allowing him to mistreat you and beat you
during all these violent incidents


Beautiful Woman
your life is at risk
love doesnt leave you with busted lips
or hit you with clenched fist
love ain’t supposed to hurt you like this!

This is a domestic violence alert
he likes to hit you until it hurts
and even worst
he’s on the street doing his dirt
chasing after other skirts
with other women he flirts
and then when you question his indiscretions
he reacts with violent outbursts

You deserve better
than all the neglect and disrespect he's shown
you can do bad on your own
and you’re better off being alone
rather than living in a broken home
with a busted lip
suffering from broken bones
please listen to the words in this spoken word poem!

I hate seeing you depressed
you’re a woman in distress
I hope you come to the realization
that this abusive relationship ain't worth the stress

You've got to leave before it's too late
the abuse is going to escalate
and the deep internal scars will take longer to heal
than the physical bruises you attempt to conceal

Beautiful Woman
your life is at risk
love doesn't leave you with busted lips
or hit you with clenched fist
love ain’t supposed to hurt you like this!

Aren't you tired of all the conflict, misery and strife?
domestic violence is not supposed to be a way of life

Violence is a learned behavior
and you must learn and accept the fact that you cannot be that mans  savior
he needs to break the brutal cycle and get psychological help!

You’ve got to learn to love yourself first
this time you’re being treated by a nurse
the next time could be even worse
you could end up dead in a hearse!

When a man loves you he's not supposed to make your life a living hell
aren't you tired of putting ice on your bruises when they swell
aren't you tired of living your life walking on emotional eggshells

He claims to love you
yet he places his hands around your neck
choking you of breath
please don’t allow him to love you to death!

You can't stay with him anymore
you don't know when he will attack
I've got to step in as your friend
and convince you not to  go back!

Beautiful Woman
your life is at risk
love doesn't leave you with busted lips
or hit you with clenched fist
love ain’t supposed to hurt you like this!