Picture This
Picture this… Her 1st memory
Backward Garfield underwear and a t-shirt
A body beneath her completely bare
Jerry curls in his hair
Into his eyes she stared…
Picture this…
She jumps up as the front door opens
Scurries into the bathroom
Dark wood paneling all around her
No light; everything is a blur
A light fixture with a long string dangling
Metal tip on the end hanging…
Picture this…
A hook latch on the door
Clothes on the floor
She can’t reach… stands on the bleach
On her tippy toes
Frightened as the wind blows
She has to lock it; she must; but she froze…
Picture this…
She hears the voices
The tap on the bathroom door
She’s still trying… her body’s sore
The door opens and she asks
“Panties on backward?”
“Why aren’t you dressed; this place is a mess?”
She looks up; fear on her face
Her heart continues to race...
Picture this…
In he walks in only boxer shorts
"I told her she could get undressed.”
“Hurry up and go clean up your mess.”
She just stood there and didn’t say a word
Her voice was never ever heard
She was just 5 years old
Her secret she never told...
Lay
Copyright © Walayee Poet Lay Whitlock-Ishway | Year Posted 2010
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