WAR CRY
SHE WAS CRUISIN’, JETTIN’, RUNNIN’ FROM HER DEMONDS
FLYIN’ HIGH ON THAT THING
THAT GAVE HER BUTTERFLIES AND TICKLED HER SPINE
LACED WITH A TICK TICK TICKING TIME BOMB
OF A TEMPER
THAT SHE WOULD OFTEN SLAM INTO
LIKE A BRICK WALL
HER FACE WOULD HIT THAT PALM SO HARD
SHE COULDN’T SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY ANYMORE
IT HAPPENED SO MUCH SO IT WAS LIKE
HER SKIN WAS MADE OF LEATHER
BUT SHE KNEW HIS LOVE WAS GNEUINE
SO THIS PAIN WOULDN’T LAST FOREVER, RIGHT?
THE TEARS WOULD GUSH
WITH THE FORCE OF A WATERFALL
FROM THE ALMOND SHAPED SPACES ABOVE HER NOSE
AND ON OCCASION SHE FOUND HERSELF
PATIENTLY AWAITING THE STINING PRESSURE OF THE BLOWS
A REGULAR THING
SHE WALKED ON EGGSHELLS
HER STEPS WERE CIRCUMSPECT
TRYING TO REMAIN ALERT
SO AS NOT TO SET OFF ANY LAND MINES
SHE WENT INTO BATTLE EVERY DAY
AND EVERY NIGHT SHE PRAYED
THAT SOMEONE WOULD HEAR HER WAR CRY
BUT IT WOULD APPEAR THAT NO ONE HEARD
THE CRIES OF LITTLE GIRLS
WHO CHOSE NOT TO FOLLOW HOUSE RULES
AND DIDN’T LIKE TO HEAR THE WORD NO
A GIRL WHO PACKED A BAG ONE NIGHT
AND SLIPPED OUT HER BEDROOM WINDOW
READY TO BRAVE A LIFE LIVING ON THE STREET
AND WHEN THAT GOT TOO HARD
QUICK TO ACCEPT SHELTER FROM
THE FIRST LOW LIFE CREEP SHE MET
NO ONE LISTENED WHEN SHE
BEGGED THE CREATOR TO HELP HER
FIND HERSELF AGAIN
LOST IN FEAR, LOST IN LIES
LOST IN A WORLD OF ISOLATION THAT HE BUILT
ATTEMPTING TO PLOT AN ESCAPE
BUT OFTEN RECEIVING A FORCEFUL REMINDER
THAT SHE HAD NO WAY OUT
THE TRICKERY OF HER MIND
HAD HER ALWAYS TRYING
TO RECTIFY AND JUSTIFY IN ORDER TO SOLIDIFY
HER SAFETY
SHE CONVINCED HERSELF THAT SHE WAS
WELL TAKE CARE OF
ROOF OVER HER HEAD, FOOD ON HER TABLE
NO NEED TO LEAVE
BUT WHEN HER DAILY INTERACTION
WAS SERVED UP WITH A FEW PUNCHES, SLAPS, AND KICKS
FOLLOWED BY HURTFUL WORDS
THAT ROLLED OFF HIS TONGUE WITH EASE
AND RANG IN HER EARS LIKE THE BELLS OF A CHURCH TOWER
SHE KNEW THE END WAS NEAR
SHE HEARD THE WEIGHT OF HIS FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING
AND BRACED HERSELF FOR THE ATTACK
SHE FELT THE PRESSURE OF HIS FISTS POUNDING AND POUNDING
SHE SAW THE SPRAY FROM HER BLOODY BODY
BOUNCING FROM ONE PLACE TO THE NEXT
AS HER LIFE FLASHED BEFORE HER EYES
IN HER LAST BREATH SHE QUESTIONED
CAN ANYONE HEAR ME
CAN ANYONE HEAR MY WAR CRY
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