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Apr 2020
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May 3rd, 1975,
A day I couldn’t forget even if I tried
It was the day my whole life changed…

You see I had a great future
And it was all planned out...
I was gonna go to college
Become whatever I wanted to be
Marry the star of the football team
What else could a girl want?
It was my dream and it was about to come true
But life had other plans for me…
I should have listened to HER
I should have never gone to that stupid celebration
But as head cheerleader
And that being our first victory
I just had to go and besides
What would others think of me
If I was a no show??
What could go wrong right?.

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being dragged through the woods
And held against your will
By people you trusted,

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Having someone shove something down your throat
While  your clothes are ripped off of you
And all you could do is cry
In hopes that they would stop,
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Waking up covered in blood and dirt
Not knowing where you are
And who’s blood you’re lying in,

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Feeling sore and unable to move
And nobody is around to cry out to
Having to prise yourself up off the ground
In tears
Walking around
Looking for a way out
And finding none,

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crying yourself to sleep every night
With this never-ending nightmare
of being surrounded by wolves
Devouring your flesh and innocence
piece by piece
And you are left having to question your very existence,

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Not feeling anything….
Cutting yourself off  from the world of emotions
Only to find yourself in the same place
Where you started,

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Wanting to tell someone
Anyone but you know you can’t
Cause you’re afraid of what would they say
And how they would see you after,

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Feeling like it’s your fault
“They had the platform and you wanted the attention”
“You know how boys can get, don’t you??”
Isn’t that what they always say??
They would let them slide
Because they’re so young and talented
Why would they want to ruin their lives?
Even though mines going to be ruined,
9 months from now

So please
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To understand the reason why I didn’t tell you
Why I couldn’t keep it up
I am starting to show
And I have no clue as to who’s responsible,



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And understand that I’m doing this for you
Now your name wouldn’t be dragged through the mud
You wouldn’t have to live with a daughter like me
Your safe now, Mama
Just know that you were always right..
Do me one little favor, will you?
Try to forgive me for what I’m about to do…
I’m sorry Mama

She wiped her tears as she folded the letter, sealed it with a kiss goodbye, placed it on the table, knowing that at the time this letter is read, she would already be gone.
Cabrena Jackson
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