She
was once like Matilda
a
little girl in a bad place
with
nowhere to go
with
a book in her face
For
the book was a shield
and
her one saving grace
But
she wanted to read
what
was not her small place
So
the school shut her down
gave
her nowhere to run
she
looked for her Miss Honey
but
the clouds blocked the sun
And
without a Miss Honey
to
adopt her away
she
met with bad influence
and
the dark, painful days
With
black makeup down her cheeks
and
nicks on her wrists
her
heart bled and bled
and
she pounded her fists
She
shouted "Miss Honey; where can you be?
I
wave my arms, up and down; but you can't see me"
And
with that, she turned to ice
So
angry, betrayed
abandoned
by the world
she
analyzed with her brain
that
was once golden good
and
now used in vain
Breathing
cynical doom
and
self-loathing pain
the
smart little girl
drank
vodka and planned
an
attack on the world
with
her own tongue in hand
She
drank to it at night
till
night turned to day
For
she scraped by pretending
the
"rebel cool" way
Letting
dark people in
to
harm as they may
’
Til
the night turned to fire
and
she woke up with burns
for
her vodka-fuelled rants
took
a serious turn
So
threatened was her life
as
she laid there so ill
with
her arm to a knife
poisoned
with self will
which
had kept her alive
when
there once was a need
in
which came to an end
making
her want to flee
But
then; she heard an angel whisper
"accept
you are loved,
please
become a believer
in
what is above"
And
as she lay there dying
She
saw a little girl
with
a book in one hand
and
in the other, a pearl
“Because
the world is your oyster;
if
you choose it to be
See
the good, see the light,
join
me and be free!"
She
was once like Matilda
and
she's now met a friend
that
friend is who she once was
and
who she'll be again
November
28th, 2011
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