Little lady only 13. Never pretty enough but smart as can be. No friends just books. Mom overworked so no dinner just lonely. She was bullied for years: isolated in insecurity, abandonment, and unhappiness until she was 17. Senior year she finally made it…invited to her first party…took a drink and everything got faded. Woke up on the side of the road unconscious and naked. 17 and raped she didn’t think that she was going to make it…months down the line she started showing. She tried to tell her mom at 18 about the rape almost a year late but her mom thought she faked it. She ran upstairs crying in her room…pulled out a gun from under the bed…yelled “I can’t take it” and BOOM. Little lady dead covering her tummy. Last words that came from her mouth, “I’ll never abandon you like my mommy”.
One time above a little shop, An old greengrocer climbed on top, Despite himself he could not stop, The world had changed forever. The fruit of that old grocers loins, Became obsessed with notes and coins, She knew the club
The world is a race If you want to succeed, pick up your pace Keep running, focus, put in extra hours, fly solo But doesn’t this make you feel empty and hollow? Be yourself, be silly, be alive, spread joy
Look into their eyes. Eager, wanting to know. Wanting to know what they got themselves into. Fresh faces, years before the first wrinkle. Blank slates hanging on our every word. Each time, a clean slate pregnant with potential. Each time,