Daddy’s lashes tickle her cheek.
Butterfly kisses, her favorite sweet.
Mommy loved her but left too soon.
Daddy didn’t last much longer.
She couldn’t understand
the lady dragging her away by the hand.
Tears streaming down her face
A broken heart, a broken home.
Bouncing from house to house,
an unwanted problem,
a man’s vile treasure
Passed on, a foster mom’s helper.
At school, she barely studied
At home, a maid.
From loved to abused,
in a pathetic, violent existence.
In her dreams daddy comes back.
She knew her mommy died,
but not why daddy lied
he wasn’t there forever.
A soldier sent far away.
Her grandparents said she couldn’t stay.
No aunts, no uncles,
Tossed to predators and abusers.
Eighteen’s here and she’s needed no more.
No person to love her, keep her,
she cries, and hugs her foster siblings goodbye.
Dropping out of school
she tries to find work,
with no address, no clothes,
she’s sent away again and again.
Life more dismal everyday.
She meets a man suave and sweet.
He sweeps her off the street.
introducing her to mother
a former beauty in a fake mansion.
Mother coos and woos until she gives in.
A call girls life she begins.
The men are cruel. No worse than foster dads.
They pay and humiliate, she hurts and pricks
to sustain prostitution and a nasty habit.
Pregnant, she’s told to abort.
reminiscing days with mommy and daddy
she keeps it.
No longer useful, and back on the street.
Shaking with nausea and withdrawal,
starving she almost dies, her child dies.
This is where I come in.
In the shelter I pet her head,
soothe her fears, let her rest.
She may look tattered like trash
with skin the color of ash,
but she’s a woman like you and me.
Doing the best with what she’s given.
Still, society blames the wretched victim they created.
We are monsters, not angels.
She’s not bad, but made this way
by people like you and me.
Turning your head, makes you as guilty,
as those ruining her, stealing her chances.