Family Heirlooms
Tomorrow will never come....if we can't live for today
Her scars glare from her wrist, nightmares form a cist
She's scared, she insists to be happy.....but her heart barely assists
laid bare............she resists
The bus comes with a bang and a bump...and lands with a thump
she climbs on, while catching her leg on a stump
embarassed she clambers, up the mountain of steps
and pays her fare.....deep in the mouth of regret
spaced out, sopping wet; aint got her shopping yet
Thinks back to the 'good' ol' days....when she was mommy's pet
but mommy's dead
Back to the 'good' ol' days
Florence yelled, as torrents fell......was this more than hell?
She pushed one last time....then to the floor she fell
a 'beautiful' baby girl............disfigured and infected
How could she be the spawn, of someone so respected?
so neglected; her father beat her black and blue
locked in a cage; handcuffed...with her feet in shackles too
Her face was regarded as a shame; she was guarded
from people her age; was she retarded?
she started, to cry in the dark....she died in her heart
only thing keeping her alive, was the cry of a lark
outside in the park
Her mother would visit her cell, like an angel in hell
while she grew to a teen....the age to rebel
her hormones began to scream adolesence
boys? her eyes would gleam at their presence
Her fathers mocks, would flock to gathered spots of fear
forever blocked, from ear to ear....why was she here?
She would beg her mother to free her 'maybe tomorrow hun'
she said this every day, until a web of sorrow spun
Back to the present
She sits on the bus, her face in a hood
she hated this mood, degraded; she stood
she's free from the bars, the shackles and rage
so why does it feel...like she's still trapped in a cage?
returned home without doing her shopping
headed to bed, forget the cleaning and mopping
She thinks out loud......or rather; hums
just counting the days....until tomorrow comes
Facial disfigurement; not a disability
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