MEMORIES OF A GIRL

_{If infected with poverty there is no escape;}

_{societies quicksand never lets go….sinking people slowly through out their lives.}

_{Yet no one offers help.  No one notices when they disappear. No one calls out her name.}

_{No one hears her scream.}

_{Frames of images ~pictures~ are conveyed into the mind.}

_{Images of a girl’s childhood that once existed; for a moment in time.}

_{Allowed to exist~ minutes should’ve been years.  Youth devoured by societies restraints and perversions.}

_{She’s not young anymore.}

_{You’re not the girl that barely existed.  You’re not the girl you used to be.}

_{Years gone by deposits of worry wrinkle the eye.  I recognize the smile, but it now belongs to an older woman, grayed and aged, in so many ways.} 

_{Heavy burdens strengthen gravity, lines the face.}

_{Love is all you are.  You won’t get what you deserve- it’s not part of density’s plan.}

_{Woman and mother, you’re not the same girl but pieces of her still exist but only in a memory, somewhere within.}

_{He’s not young anymore.}

_{Years have gone by.}

_{Aged face by the liquor…..ruined your insides, families and more.}

_{Grey, aged and blurred vision; sight taken restored with thick-}

_{shields that hide any proof of the existence of soul.}

_{Humanity? Unseen. I can’t see.}

_{He’s still the same one that brought tears to our eyes. That I can see from here.}

_{Unchanged man time didn’t touch or change…..his routine all the same.}

_{Unfortunately remains the same, (matured physically- mentally still but a boy).}

_{He’s not young anymore.}

_{He put a ring on your finger, I saw him walk right in.}

_{No ownership with marriage, gift of a ring isn’t a paid price.}

_{No exceptions.  You still should have permission to enter all doors.}

_{Punishable crime breaking in someone’s door.}

_{Men should still knock, before he opens her door.  Chivalry long forgotten, now an unspoken word with no meaning.}

_{You married a woman, she’s your equal-your wife.}

_{A life to be shared not one you can own.}

_{You married a woman to be treated as a lady}

            _{not a slave         not your whore.}

_{Manners lacked; you don’t walk through closed doors.}

_{You don’t walk through doors without knocking and}

_{getting permission to come in.}

_{If you don’t heed the warning…}

_{and you still don’t knock before entering;}

_{Behind one door will come justice,}

_{because a child’s memory – just can’t be ignored.}