She is 13 today.  She expected to be loved and celebrated.
Instead she walks the windy streets in a stolen white dress.
There are no caring parents.  
Father in prison for attempted ****** of her mother.  
All witnessed by her little brother.  Her father was also a ****** sadist who cut her up and made her a mess from age 3 on up.(.right here i will confess.)  
Her mother forgave her father but blamed her.  Her mother still blames her forever more for her lack of pureness.  
Despite naming her daughter the word for PURE.
The girl in the long white stolen dress walks alone.  
There is no place to go to, no home.  
She has been on the streets now for two years.
Living on roof tops, cleaning bars after hours for recycling cans of half drank beers.  
She stays at parties way more serious than her years because she has no where else to sleep.  
That gets her in a lot more trouble than the streets.  
Her hurt and pain factor grow as the seasons change she knows..soon..they will catch her and away she will go.
Until then she walks the streets in a stolen white dress.  
She wanted to look pretty just in case her mother wanted to spend some time with her, give her some love and confess..she was wrong to blame the little girl who just witnessed and felt the entire mess.
She took the brunt of his illness, of hers too.
Those parents where a special brew


To this day that girl walks the streets to try and find her way
with flashbacks of the white stolen dress..and an empty heart
with no where to bless