Abuse, Lies and Deceit

Begging for money and food on the street Dreaming someday her Prince Charming she’ll meet Someone to love and sweep her off her feet! Her prince has arrived, he stops at her spot He chats her up nicely….she likes him a lot! Before you know it, they tie down the knot! Is it really happening, could it be true? Has Cinderella found her real glass shoe? He runs her bath and scrubs her real clean Her beauty shines through, like a pot in sunlight would gleam The filth of her past... flowing down the drain like a stream He wines her, and dines her and treats her like a queen Little be knowing it’s just a false screen! He spoils her rotten with his woos and charms Buys her gifts, diamond bracelets dazzling down her arms A few months passed and things went well Then comes the tales her nightmares will tell He catches a glimpse of her dirty pink gown Walking down the street in her onesie like a clown Big bunch of unkempt hair, he thought he could drown Off she goes without a care Here comes the tramp, the neighbours would gossip & stare Embarrassed by her looks, he pulls her through the door Clothing and wine bottles scattered all over the floor He slaps her around, and throws her against the wall She cannot scream for help, there is no one to call He pulls her up and drags her to the bed The edge of the pedestal catches her head She feels too weak, she cannot win Enduring the pain, while he penetrates her skin She feels like a whore and he’s the king pin She curls her up and starts to cry He cuddles her gently and sings a lullaby He brings her flowers, for her trust to gain A few weeks passes and he would refrain Until the beatings flare up again Choking & punches she could no longer deal Beatings and hidings, only pain she could feel He locks her inside for her wounds to heal She has to get out alive while she can To free herself from this once loving man She packs her things in the middle of the night And runs away before the dawn of daylight Scars and bruises the story of her life Cuts and brazes, remnants of a knife Back to her carefree life on the street Begging for money and food in the scorching heat. Written by: Farah Diba Pastor