Last night into early shades of darkening morn
she pulled out her hair, ' never to.. , ' she'd sworn
Again, no one came to 'grab the bull by the horn'
take away the deep-rooted pain; tugged and torn
Images of her minds eye remind her he was no lie
they had a life filled with her as sun; he as blue sky
'In the past,' she feels free enough to one day die
for then her child was left alone to play, not cry
Everyday she sobs in despair over teen, not there
Steal him away, a second time, how did they dare?
Treated with as much disdain as whore without name
Only good thing; she's onto their imbecilic game
Without the feeding of her love he's lost his glow
A single mom and only Son; what's not to know?
Often she feels as if their's no need for her, at all
Caught up in the pain she falls short, not 'stands tall'
Where's the heart she held open for close to 2 decades?
What she knows is that true love never falls or fades
'Reading her' is not what is of value or importance
Simply a warm hug and a helping hand; lend balance
She's lost just about everyone you could ever imagine
All her clothes in a storage locker; once, 'the fashion'
Persecutor's be a few of her un-manly resentful X's
Along with 'witches' who have cast condemning hex
Most others older than her have their parents alive
Long ago, she lost her own Mom, Dad and Tribe
When she remembers.. she feels better for a while
Waking up, later to without kindness or smile
Rarely is she acknowledged for what she was or is
Even with her teeth fixed she's fearful to gently kiss
Getting older is not a forte of bombshell of her ilk
Used to have pink sheets made of smoothest silk
The guys in her life never cared about her true heart
They were best at taking away mostly every part
Who would miss her if she'd bother take leave, soon?
Maybe just some loser, one pig, the scoffer and a baffoon
No home with her son for over 3 years of living hell
,Aging; alone with 2 big, hungry dogs - Can't anyone tell?
Dancing used to be so much fun in that sexy bikini
Now that fun's been taken away; slander not so teeny
Child that once looked into her eyes with total trust
Today old gaucker's troll the internet for famed' Bust'
Tales of torrid hardship are nothing compared to hers
Writing her poems is what she mostly, now prefers
Who cares is she lives or dies, until she has gone
That's when they will be sorry they done her wrong
Scoffing at her childlike self is mean to the core
Laughing with her is what will help win the war
Hire this genius filled with mischief and mirth
Incredible gifts of blessed her's you shalt unearth
Unable to understand her mind is not excuse for you
to continue hurting her with energies hard and cruel
Only a stupid fool keeps throwing stones, too late
Cant' you wait.. she's almost 'gone,' you ingrate
Pass the piss n' vinegar to another wounded ONE
getting hurt over and over, is not too much fun
Healing is what she knows how to do, so very best
Take away the ass-holes and she's aced abysmal test
Wipe her tears with more than your dirtied hankie
Get her 'out of jail' to see her missed brother, Frankie
Trust that this Goddess is more than ever dreamed
Remember, most situations are not as earlier deemed
,Empty your angry engine of bitterness and steam
Go with her on the wildest ride; let yourself dream
Stop being so vulgar, mean and ill tempered to a Queen
Start loving Mother with the milk - not curdled cream!
Katherine Marion
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