So utterly normal, I’m ashamed to be so blessed
Daddy is a policeman and mommy a teacher
And I am their perfect little girl
Then why are these thoughts jerking me awake at night and reaching out for a pen and paper
Some say it’s talent I have …I’d say it’s a burden
Problems fill my head and need to be written down
People need to see this world full of chaos and hate
They need to wake up and I need to be the one to wake them from their perfect sleep
Wake up from your slumber of shameful deeds and greed
I need to share with you a story…
A story of the girl that did not know what it was like to brush a dolls hair and know this object is yours to love and care
A story of a woman who could not get pregnant and after many attemptskilled herself for not being able to fulfill her dream
A story of a boy who grew to be a man to quickly at the tender age of five
A story of a twelve year old raped and killed, found laying in a gutter
A story of an infant not strong enough to embrace life and never had a chance
A story of an old women who could not hold on after her husband left and followed him
A story of a man who lost the one woman he had ever loved…his mother
A story of the girl who wrote this thinking of every problem, every flaw in life wishing this haunting would stop.
The disheartening assonance of these words just wont stop