Stardust
By: Fee
Her mother had named her Stardust
her Daddy only called her witch
said that she deserved what she got
called her his stupid baby bitch
her self-respect was just a price tag
when desperation claimed her pride
a child crying in the night for milk
a man that who only took her for a ride
battered and bruised her ego shifts
into the shadows of dreams undone
her own childhood dreams of terror
all good men she knew add up to none
she blinks through her gauzy vision
with her tear filled watered sight
as the grunting, rutting demon
sated pays for his night’s delight
she shivers from the sweat drop’s chill
hears his receding footsteps on the stair
picks up the used and abused money
to survive a world that doesn’t seem to care
Chrissy
Love you
Selena
Brutality comes when morals are thrown out of the window, the first window being the one at home.
Georg
this abuse does happen to many (boys and girls)I have to appauld you
for standing up and writting about the stupidity of folks that let
this happen...Hugs, Peggy
this one tugs at the heart........humanity is so cruel...
sigh
pax Anita
Blessings and love,
Susan
Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose
Just a thought,
Becca~
this story is angst and compassion all mixed in...the heart pains just knowing these abuses exist and the innocent victums they produce...all that human potential buried under shame, guilt, fear...a wasted lifetime...then there is the hope that some miracle would leap forward to reawaken the victum back onto its rightful place...but who are we to say...perhaps she shall touch the life of a client instead and provide "stardust" in some other meaningful way, and all was just as it was meant to be anyway...sigh...oops waxing philosophical here...best for me to let it go...