Tim Labbe

An Ode To Cindy - Poem by Tim Labbe


Cindy was 15 when
she set out to

Auburn hair,
fresh-faced, freckled
Vibrant and alive.
With a raspy, sexy voice.
A trusting, sweet,
kind smile.
Cindy was a beautiful
girl, inside and out.

We'd smoke,
drink and dream together.
Never lovers.
Just teens commiserating,
through blood-shot eyes.

Texas had big plans for Cindy.

It gave her a pimp and screwed her
til it hurt. And screwed her some more.
It beat her, over and over again. Leaving
her youthful face (the money)
free from marks.

Until one day.

One day, about 2 years after Cindy ran off
to Texas, I heard a knock
on the door.
It was Cindy.
But not the Cindy I knew.

This Cindy had been through
a battle.
A battle for her life.
Beaten and broken.
Barely a shell of the girl
who wanted to be a model.

The left side of her face
was disfigured.
Beaten and paralyzed.
Her eye hidden behind
swollen, plum-purple
and yellow pus.

Cindy didn't deserve this fate.
No person deserves her fate

But Texas didn't care.

Texas had big plans for Cindy.

Awful, horrible plans.
Plans that living will
never erase.
No matter how many years pass.

Cindy will never
forget the pain
of her naive youth.

Neither will I.

by Tim Labbe

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Topic(s) of this poem: abuse, life, running away, slave trade, violence

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 7, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, September 5, 2016

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