Pig Tails

poem by KC writer Joni Wilson aka Amenimity

I was taken away from my childhood

Long ago

Before I knew where to go

Who to be

Anyone except me

I was trampled by men

Way older then me

Raped, abused and almost killed

And you wonder why I keep it inside

Why I hide

From the hurt, the cold, the bitter sweet

Symphony in my head

Long ago

Wishing to be dead

Every day after school

Instead of with my friends

To make me cool

I tried to die

Every single day

Unhappy with myself

Unhappy with the filth

Of those around me and the reflection in the mirror

I saw myself 5 years later

Inside I felt the fear

5 years later I found myself

While tripping hard with my girl

She helped me find the hardest thrill

Myself

And after the chaos

I hate to bring up

It’s not important now

To even give a f**k

I’m much stronger

Much wiser

Or so I would like to think

Pretty in pink

What happened to the pig-tailed sweetie?

Who use to come visit me?

Every day with her bright smile

It would last all day

Some would stay

Even after a long while

She left the pink frills

The Sunday shoes

That little girl killed

What really made her feel true

Herself