Treasure Island

Dexsta Ray


Dedicated To Her


Close your eyes and try to picture
A women with dreams
So full of pride but so passionate
Or so had it seemed
Beneath the bling that she kept
Was a scream for help
And memories that would bring on the grief she felt
But if she ever told a soul
She would break the 'rules'
She didn't feel she should break the news
So not a thing she could do
Screamed 'stop! ' but the brother refused
At 16
Feeling used and abused
Say she wants to 'end' it
And it might be tonight
But I tell her to keep the faith cause' her future is bright
Can't say I understand her pain
But I'm familiar with grief
Keep your head up although the change isn't easy to see

Submitted: Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, July 08, 2014

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