Thirty-one years ago, she was born by the sea,
two people in love, and baby made three.
A whirlwind romance that quickly died,
nobody came running when poor baby cried.
By three, she'd known more fathers than most,
the man in her memories, already a ghost.
Mama stuck needles into her arm,
didn’t protect baby or keep her from harm.
Placed with a new family at the age of five,
with loving parents, she started to thrive.
Her happiness ended one fateful day,
when the screech of tires took her parents away.
Off to a foster home poor baby went,
then came the counselors she grew to resent.
A brand new family by the time she was eight,
an abusive father that filled her with hate.
She learned to hide shame and fear as well,
dying inside while rotting in hell.
In the mid of the night, the monster would feed,
until a dark evening when she made daddy bleed.
As a young teenager, she hustled a buck,
had a place of her own, she was up on her luck.
Her cowboy came courtin’, one hell of a guy,
within one month, he blackened her eye.
He loved her, he hated her, he made her his own,
sadly for her, this was her happiest home.
When one punch too many confined her to bed,
she had to relearn things knocked out of her head.
Another closed chapter in her diary from hell,
just one more story she survived to tell.
Now a young woman, experienced in life,
looking into the eyes of a man with a knife.
She chuckles, he’s startled, he expected her fear,
he realizes quickly, there’s no victim here.
For she is immortal, kinda feels bad for the guy,
What luck to pick a girl with a gun who cant die.
Silver trophy winner
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