Yesterday's Sorrow Poem by Patricia Kelley

Yesterday's Sorrow



She's only thirteen but she wants to be like her mother.
Not her adopted mother.
No, she wants to be just like her bio mother.
She pierces her nose.
With the thorn of a rose,
She sneaks off and smokes cigarettes.
Making everyone sweat,
No one knows what she'll do next.
She doesn't care about the effects.
Of smoking!
Or of drugs!
She just wants to have a goodtime.
No matter the cost.
She doesn't care if she has a criminal mind.
She wants to rewind.
Going back to her past,
Fast!
She tries to recreate her environment before.
Sneaking out the door,
She's incontrollable.
Intolerable,
Not sure of what will happen to her tomorrow.
From yesterday's sorrow!
She steals.
Spinning her wheels,
She destroys.
Once a man's toy!
She's no joy.
Lord, help the girl that lives in yesterday's sorrow.

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