Debt Paid
3/05
I’ve always been ahead of my time
Because of circumstance
Not by design
The beginning of my existence
Was a teen’s inconvenience
One that she could not endure
To ensure her self-preservation
She took action by leaving that burden
At her mother’s front door
She was in and out
Showing her face
Just to make her existence known
She would always come with
Extravagant gifts
Talking about how much I’ve grown
About year 8
She breezed in
Talking about a hole in her soul
And how she yearned
For the fruit of her womb
And wanted to make a home
It was a beautiful house
Rich, spacious
With a bike in the garage for me to ride
In this case beauty was just a façade
Hiding ugly secrets inside
It seems I was only destined to
Wet my feet in the lake of childhood
But never take a swim
As she allowed that poisonous “girl”
To claim her as a victim
My past feelings of fear and doubt
Resurfaced as she let different people
Invade our house
I heard some arguing late one night
And ran to the stairs to listen
To make sure she was alright
What I heard made my blood run cold
Her “friend” asked her
if she was sure I was only 9 years old
He then said it didn’t matter either way
Because what he had in mind
I would eventually experience someday
At that instance it became so clear to me
That I was to be used
As currency
He came to my room
And vowed to hurt me
If I put up a fight
So I layed still and quiet
As he violated me that night
He eventually had enough of me
And walked out of my room
With my purity
And as I lay there
Innocence lost forever
I heard him tell her
The debt was paid
And that it was
His pleasure.
© 2004-2005 Kissa Price
