Milk Carton

 

I used to know this little girl

who enjoyed life and never feared the dark

She beat the shit out of boys

The bastards that attempted to beat her in tether ball

or called her a wimp because her legs looked liked toothpicks

Man could she she run

Run faster than the squirrels

and always found the best hiding spots during the dangerous games

Such as hide and seek or stuck in the mud

This bright young gal would flip all over the school yard

and swing higher than the monkey bars

She'd jump from the highest point of flight

and land flat on her feet

Smiling and laughing

Daring anyone to beat her height

Well, I met this same little girl

30 years later

And she wasn't as happy as she use to be

Come to find out the seekers found her

Left her with bruises and marks

Allowed her to be labeled a whore

Even when she hid her darkest spots

She eventually understood

that she could not escape her past

The boys became men

and proved that she was not as smart as she thought

Her eyes reflected many heights that she had reached

yet now when she fell

She landed on her knees

She somehow became broken by life

Life was taken from her

Simply because she forgot that little girl

That strong naïve girl she used to be

Tears of happiness turned to sobs of grief

She was gone

and even though that little girl

The one who craved dreams as the years went by

never really disappeared

She was never found

because she eventually became forgotten

words by Amby