More Than Memories

Ghetto Girl

The door slams shut,

As she lifts herself off the bed,

For the umpteenth time,

The bruises around her eyes,

Starting to swell,

She walks to the mirror behind her door,

A mirror that's told her story for years,

And she touches her face,

She feels the bruises,

Swelling faster and faster,

She'd like to think back to a simpler time,

One when her life wasn't so bad,

But she can't,

Her life has been hell since she can remember,

And it only continues to get worse,

She sits back on the bed,

Her face bruised,

Beaten and battered,

Her insides scared from the abuse,

Living in the hell she has been,

Downstairs the screams echo upward,

Her drug induced mom,

Screaming slurs,

Claiming that this shit hole is below her,

But that's a nightly rant for her mom,

Her dad yells,

In his alcohol induced rage,

That the world doesn't put her on a pedestal,

From above our girl listens,

And is scared,

The footsteps come back up the stairs,

In her head she knows what's coming next,

It's the never ending cycle of abuse,

Verbal, Physical, Sexual,

It's how her dad always gets when he's drinking,

The door bust open,

And before she can stop it the hand is at her mouth,

And he forces her to the bed,

She cries inside,

But it's been like this for nearly four years,

After he's done he gets up,

Taps her chest and thanks her,

Before stumbling out of the room,

She cries herself to sleep,

Praying for a better tomorrow,

School is no better,

People just don't seem to care,

She keeps to herself,

As she walks the hallways,

Only wishing that she had a friend,

She sees everyone in their happiest of moods,

And wishes that was her,

That she could live the life,