Objective Observer

He waited in he wing Having desire without voice Papa said he could have But only with limited choice She pulled back energy Knowing not to be loud He would tear her up If she attracted a crowd The bruises on his arm Told a story of its own Though surrounded by family This child was alone Young, yet aged in dress She walked with baited seduction He had her meal ticket Though his way seeped with evil corruption Weighted and worn she strode With every step...dragging...pain No way would she lay it down Without losing all that she had gained It may not be much...to others But at least, they could say, "MINE!" Who cares, that in order to gain it They had to cross many cautionary lines It is what it is No change can take THAT away With the Objective Observer Meaning is always in the way ...trying to right some wrong, ........sing an inspirational song ...........in an attempt, to, well, get along Written by Trudy Schrader on 06/30/2019