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Just Melz Aug 2014
She walks the dark alley alone,  
Tears in her eyes.  
Touching the small bump on her belly,  
Thankful she can still see her thighs.
Baby daddy gone missing
No more kissing
It's time to decide this decision she'd been dismissing.
69 Ruby Drive.
She knocks, slowly walks inside
Looks left, looks right
A rickety little table,
One not so bright hanging tiny light
A man with a face she can hardly see
Walks over, touching her belly
She cringes, but doesn't move
"It's not too late, but we gotta do this soon"
His voice is small for his large frame,
He pulls out his tools like he's playing a game,  
Lines the metallic instruments in a neat little row
"Come on sugar, you ready to go?"
Removing her pants,  she lays down,  
The little table makes a loud creaking sound
He works his tools, like he does this everyday,  
Ripping and tearing another life away.
Closing her eyes,  she pictures something else
A happy place away from this hell,  
She was given no choice it seems
Beautiful girl of only fifteen,  
How long it seems to her,  she was only a child
Carefree and innocent,
Boys,  they came and went
Now she's here,  killing a small life.
"All done!" he says with a smile and a final twist of his knife.
She knows there's pain,  somewhere under there,  
But she feels nothing as she quickly puts on her underwear.  
"A hundred dollars please little girl"
He says as he washes away the smallest soul she'd ever seen
Handed him the *** of bills as if in a dream
"Thanks" he says as she quickly runs out the door
Thinking she's just another *****,
More tears slowly release from her eyes,  
Telling herself she cannot cry,  
But the dam bursts for that little life she should have put first
A child all her own,  she'll never come to know
With no where left to call home
She walks the dark alley alone.
I am against abortion, for the record.
Little baby, I heard you're coming
I wish I was excited, delighted to meet you,
but I am not.

Maybe if your dad wasn't a felon from a bad family
and your mom wasn't an uneducated hippy.
If only they had their life together and it was a whole different situation.

I have no choice but to accept it, to accept you.
Sorry, but I am not thrilled.

This really kills because you are holding her back.
Back from her dreams.
I know this sounds mean, but listen up.
If she has you, you are going to absolutely **** her life up.

Little baby girl, I can call you that because I found out your gender today.
I wish I was excited to find out.
If this was a normal situation I would be happy, but it is not.
But because of you, I am going to have to deal with your **** up of a father for the next 18 years and probably more...

Seriously baby. I kinda hate you...but I love you at the same time.
This is a weird situation.

I worry about you and your future...
I wish that I could take you away the second you are born,
hide you away in a tower, but I don't have that power.
You aren't mine, it's not my right.
Your life is going to be a crazy ride, hold on tight.

You are going to grow up around some really messed up people,
I am worried that they will hurt you.. If they do, I'll **** them.
Every ******* one, super slowly and torture them.
Please be careful little girl.

So, little baby girl...
This is what I am hoping:
You will be born, healthy and pink.
Your mom will leave your dad.
You both will come and live with me.
That would be quite nice, I think.
Your mom will marry some awesome dude that has a career.
A new, wonderful side of your mom will appear.
You will be happy and have the childhood we didn't.
The childhood that we couldn't...

I am sorry.
I am so so sorry.

I know you are not born yet, but I want you to know, that I am here.
I am here for you.
If you ever need a taste of a normal life, come and visit.
Come and stay.
I love you little baby girl and I am sorry.
I am so so sorry.
Sister, who are you?
I see you day after day playing this game of charades.
I've known you from day one.
I was child number two.
I followed you, you were my peer.
Please don't take this badly, I'm being sincere.

Remember the guy with the mohawk and the piercings?
You don't like to talk about him, I know.
But look back to then, remember yourself at that time. Black haired girl, getting pierced, dark eyed and alone.
Your screaming music piercing our ear drums,
we watched this guy make you dumb.
Just like your man you were hard to stand.

All I want is for you to be yourself.
Be alone for a bit.
See how it works.
Experiment.
Don't fall in love with some worthless guy,
or make friends with the "hippie vibes."
We talk about mom.
I know you don't want to be her.
Make a list of what you guys have in common.
It's a long list, I fear.
Jenny, best friends for a while. Parties!  You guys were wild.
We were happier though, you seemed to have friends.
You guys grew up then.
The parties stopped…well somewhat!
You were dancing to a different tune, making jewelry, smoking ****!
Life was fun for you indeed.
Then, Jenny got pregnant, you were there.
Holding her hand through the scare.
Then you had your own place with Jenny and baby Ben.
You were only twenty-one then!
That's until Jenny went away.
Your first time alone.
What did you do?
You found a man to hold that empty hand.

Please! I want to know! Who are you?
I see you trying to blend in with those around you,
but you, yourself is getting lost.
There is a wall between us,
please knock the wall down.
Your more like a close friend that is always around.
I want to know your hobbies,
your thoughts,
your own opinions,
without the guidance of those whose mind, yours isn't.


Steve.
First of all he was way too old!
It didn't matter though, or so you told.
He wants to move and so do you!
With steve came new hobbies!
Rock climbing is so much Fun!
What were we to do but give in?
Hurry lets buy her gifts!
Rock climbing gear from the legs to the wrists!
But tell me Laura…
after you and steve said your goodbyes…
When was the last time you took a climb?


Jenny's back!
and she brought Dupray!
Dupray?
Dupray?!?!
We hoped.
We prayed.
Please god not Dupray!!!!
Where is Steve? Bring that dude back!
Forever I won't take for granted that worthless rat!
But it's too late…Steve's gone.
"Hi Dupray, so Laura is your new mom?"


Her life is now a long, depressing song.
That annoying song is on repeat I fear.
The biggest moocher of all is living with her.
Laura's life is becoming a nightmare!

So here I am.
The question still lingers…
Right now my sisters name is Dupray…
He is the front she is.
Dupray is the role Laura plays.
Hopefully the story with Dupray will end.
Maybe Laura will fall in love again?
Hopefully with an awesome dude!
I hope she'll have self confidence,
then Laura won't be afraid to be herself for once.
That will be the first time I'll be happy to see Laura conform,
Finally I'll see Laura be herself,
writing her own verses to her own song.
Dancing to her own beat.
No more bowing at the feet of those who are lame.
She'll be better then, I hope.
Laura's life will then be dope.
unfortunately the story with dupray never ended. that ******.

— The End —