Remember the day you
discovered you were a woman?
Blood in between your legs,
breasts burgeoning from your
once flat chest.
You told your friends about it,
proud of your graduation into grace.
Remember the day you
left home with the man in the
shiny car? He told you just how
nice your face looked when you
smiled; your baby teeth had just left.
Remember the first time he
took your sanity? He forced you
to work the track and to
shut the fuck of up before he
killed your ass. You took this
to be a sign of love,
after all,
he did feed you sometimes, right?
Remember when you tried
to return home with a split
lip and a battered conscience?
You asked your mommy
for forgiveness, but she said:
You were always stubborn.
Remember the first time you
wore that red dress? It was
at Hunts Point, Christmas Eve.
I envied you that night, as you
turned those tricks out.
Remember when you told me you
were leaving The Life and I
laughed at you? You shouted,
Watch me, just watch me bitch!
And I am watching you
remembering who you were,
who we were
before you left
forever.
© Crystal Belle
2 Power to the People:
a heart-breaking piece sis. you have a way of evoking emotion from the reader. you've certainly done it with "For Sale."
Jah know, I can fully relate, even though I am a man. Sistren, you dig scabs off old wounds. I was the guy in the car, not a pimp but the young hustla, and I fully recognize the pain induced by the marriage between youthful ignorance and the merciless Street. A boy pursuing his twisted concept of manhood straight to the confines of the penitenciary. I FEEL YOU...your writing is heart wrenching...One Love
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