Treasure Island

SQC Chevalier

(4-18-1966 / Elizabeth, New Jersey)

MY LAST WORDS TO KAYLA


The last words I said to Kayla
“I’m putting you in my book.”
She looked at me with one last look.
Tears running from her eyes that was very sad
I didn’t care if she was wrong or bad.
She had given up and didn’t care anymore
Prison is where she was going
when she went through the door.
She would have to face the next years of her life
in closed off walls filled with pain and strife.
Kayla said “I will be out when I am twenty four”
she had a glimmer of hope at her core.
I told her she would be Kayla the elephant with her
hair fuchsia not blue-
This would give something to look forward to.
She wouldn’t be forgotten on the outside
she would be in my story as a character filled with pride.
In my story she would be an elephant walking in chains
sad look in her eyes for her ankles have pain.
Turning to Kayla saying “You are a sweetheart”
She knew where she was going
she would not be getting a bright start.

Written by SC Chevalier on March 27,2013

Submitted: Thursday, September 05, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 06, 2013
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