The Forgotten Truth

In the realm of live TV, an oversight arose,
The host’s mind danced on a tangential whirl,
As Joy Behar conversed, unaware it shows,
The connection severed, the truth unfurled.

Gypsy Rose Blanchard, a name suppressed,
Her tragic tale, oft whispered and discussed,
Yet as questions swirled, her presence digressed,
The painful past overlooked, unthought-of.

A mother’s murder, a story of despair,
Gypsy’s confinement, a life laid bare,
Behind those blue eyes, a life stripped bare,
A plea for empathy, for compassion, to care.

But in that interview, the truth met neglect,
As whispers of her mother’s death stayed unchecked,
The View’s host, oblivious, in her own intellect,
Unaware Gypsy’s presence left unchecked.

Forgotten truths have the power to dismay,
To remind us of the shadows that may never go away,
In the limelight’s glare, some stories may fray,
Yet the essence remains, though overlooked, it may stay.

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