The Saga Continues

LOVELESS LOVE, MEANINGLESS WORDS, FEARS UNSPOKEN, CRIES UNHEARD Her cries go unheard, because her mom is so selfishly in love, that she denies the truth. While her child’s innocents are being stolen, she’s being raped of her youth. And all she can say is “Don’t you want mommy to be happy? You know it’s not good to lie” And then she sweeps up the shattered pieces of her heart under the rug and goes on with her life. Just accepting the circumstances, only concerned with the notion of being some lying man’s wife While he’s caressing her with his left hand, He’s molesting her daughter with his right And she suppresses the idea as long as there’s someone there to hold her at night. And the saga continues LOVELESS LOVE, MEANINGLESS WORDS, FEARS UNSPOKEN, CRIES UNHEARD Daughters all grown up and mommy has to live with the fact that she accepted a man and rejected her child. And she can no longer cover it up with a hug and a smile. And all the while her daughters hating herself, rapidly losing, and abusing herself Constantly giving the center of herself, until there is nothing left Only the memories of her rapist sheltered in her head The nightmares, of him crawling in her bed And after not finding the love that she longed for, the love she so desperately needed and didn’t receive at home. She tuned to the streets, pregnant with a little girl of her own And the saga goes continues LOVELESS LOVE, MEANINGLESS WORDS, FEARS UNSPOKEN, CRIES UNHEARD And still cries go unheard because she’s addicted, with her lips wrapped around pipe, Or on the corner turning tricks, And once he’s tired of swimming in her bottomless pit She offers, him her little girl for a five dollar hit. While she’s in her bedroom, music blasting getting high, turning up the volume so that she won’t hear the cries. Her baby in the next room, fighting for her life, and yelling “MOMMY WHY?” But she can’t answer that question, because she doesn’t know why. And like the revolving door that lies between her thighs, the depth of her darkness is so far and wide. Perhaps this is all she knows, trading sex for nonexistent love, a roof over her head, for food and for drugs. Because she’s still trapped in the mind of the child, who felt her stepfather’s hands across her chest and down her pants So traumatized by her past that maybe she never had a chance. She goes on selling her daughter until the little girl grows up and all she’s ever known is satisfying a man’s warped and twisted touch. And the saga continues