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Late Booker - ? Hooker

December 10, 2017

She books late and reeks of the booze

Left it so late she can’t really choose

To make amends or adjustments

To stop or to start

Someone times she just wishes with all of her heart

 

That she was better, more clever, more good and more right

That in life she won’t be for her baby a fight

To live let alone thrive to enjoy not just be

Maybe that’s what makes her different from you and from me?

 

The choice that she’s chosen the one that defines her

Is born of a pastime that tore her asunder

From her birth from their birth from then until now

She just never got taught never knew how

 

To be self determining of a fate best than death

To steer for the shores of bliss without meth

To sit up in class when she needed to listen

But couldn’t think past the bruised lips as they glistened

 

From never doing right being better more good

For daring to peek out from the under the hood

To dream of princesses and riches and true love

Of some things that ended not with hand but with gloves

 

That wrapped her wee hand in a tight gentle hold

And gave her more strength and let her behold

All that was possible if she stepped into the light

So that’s why she did it – she left home that night

 

But it wasn’t as she thought it was not as her dream

The place that she found herself oft made her scream

For forgiveness and mercy and just one more chance

To be better to be gooder to dance the right dance

 

But all that she got was a babe in her tummy

Great news! Said the nurse – you’re going to be a mummy!

God no! Please god knows this just cannot be!

Someone please help take this all away from me

 

I cannot bear knowing the fate to the end

Of the life that my kid will begin to pretend

When she’s about 7 or 8 and suddenly sees

That the last thing she ever ever wants to be is like me

 

So she ignores it and buries it, fails to arrive

Hoping beyond hope that her baby might just thrive

And that something will happen that keeps their path safe

Hoping beyond hope that wildest dreams do take place

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