She’s sitting in a prison cell⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
her back to a wall⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
She doesn’t move⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
She knows a lot of ppl, but no one to call ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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Shes alone, the room is dark⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
She sits on the floor knees to chin⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Head down, no desire to be seen⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
There are bruises covering her skin ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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She has on this tattered dingy dress⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
hair in plaits sloppy & wild⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Tapping her feet very nervous-like⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Whimpering like a small child ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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You’re standing right outside the bars⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Yet you don’t say a thing⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Almost looks like You’re waiting on her⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
The way she looks, what could she give a King? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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Theres this old lock⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Positioned sloppily btwn the bars, that hangs down⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
If she’d only put her head up to see⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
That the key to unlock it is next to her on the ground⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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PICK it up I yell!⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
I become filled with rage⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
I run towards her consumed in a dark cloud⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Now I’m on center stage ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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Lights shine brightly⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
I dont see who’s in front of me⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
All I hear are muffled voices⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
I get scared and try to leave ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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I can’t fully make out what is being said⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
But I can feel the words; vicious and mean⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
I place my hands over my ears⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
close my eyes & belt out loud screams ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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I’m then back this time in the cell⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
with the girl I was so mad at before⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
She’s still in the same place⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
I bend down and join her on the floor
I put my hands on top of hers⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
with compassion, I tell her, “Everythings gonna be fine⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
She slowly lifts up her head⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
with a face that looks just like mine
💛Missy Anne⠀
