Cage of Glass
You don’t know me…
You don’t know my past…
If you did would you
judge me for my pain so vast?
Did you hear about
that one baby girl?
No one was there
to save her faded world
The one who was forced
to do bad things
A child to never dream
of queens and kings
Did you know her mother
denied any blame
Could you ever understand
any of her shame….
Did you know he’d come
visit her every week
And that she wasn’t
ever allowed to speak…
Did you know he’d do that
until she turned nine
Did you know it messed up
her young mind?
Could you feel her
loneliness & the cold
Did you know at nine
she felt so old
You don’t know me!
You don’t know my past..
if you did would you
have taken time to ask
Did you know at thirteen,
two men had their way
She couldn’t tell, they’d say it
was she who wanted to play
Did you know she was lost
and seen no reason
All her teenage years,
men she spent pleasing
Did you know she had
no self respect
Growing harder, her intent
was to protect
Always trying to defend
herself against the lies
Would you believe at night
one could hear her cries
Did you know all the drama
seemed to continue
Did you know acts of kindness
was far and few
Do you know how much in life
she had to endure
Did you know she lacked
any sense of secure
Did you know how much
she ached with pain
Did you know that she
could never complain
Did you know how life
was an exhausting blur
But you should never pity
or feel sorry for her
You don’t know me
You don’t know my past
If you did would you
think me to fast
Did you know she wasn’t bitter
towards all man kind
Or that it was her smile
she hid her tears behind
Could you imagine she
grew to be very strong
How she knew best
what was right and wrong
Do you know she took
that grief and pain
Kept inside herself so she herself
so she could maintain
You know she turned
it into her strength
Do you know she’d help
others going to any length
It’s said she takes little
things way to far
Yet her purpose “help others
reach for their star”
Saying she’s a b****
and is way too hard
But their opinions, she
gives them no regard
She became a great fighter
for those she sees,
living a life crying out
for help to be free
Giving a love she
was never shown
Would you still judge her
if her past you’d known
You don’t know me
You don’t know my past
If you did would you
free me from my cage of glass
Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2022
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