The Primal Scream

A little girl screams into the darkness; does anyone hear her?

Does anyone even care?   Does anyone comfort her in her pain?

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A woman weary from work finds a note; mind races like on fire

She sees her homeless past in an echo of her mind

Five steps forward, ten steps back; caught in the crossfire

By call of her government, she’s to be tossed from her home

She has no voice, none at all; yet, a child’s scream pounds her brain

She stays silent – she has to be “strong” –  her mind clears and roams

Into the realm of nothingness; the child’s scream is even louder still

No! No! No one takes my home!  NO! NO!  NOT MY HOME!  SOMEONE LISTEN TO ME!

NOBODY LISTEN TO ME! ME!  I-AM-HERE!  SOMEONE LISTEN TO ME!  NOW!  

NO FAIR!  NO ONE ASK ME ANYTHING!  WHY?  NO ONE LOVE ME, CARE FOR ME!

I KEEP SCREAMING UNTIL SOMEONE HEAR ME….ME!  I MUST…BE….HEARD!!!

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Hush, hush, little one; all will be made right; It’s time to be strong;  me, your big self is here

Our world has been changing, little one: a new job, more income, no more welfare

Gaining new and exciting friends, learning how to travel in this world like a sightseer

Reaching out to those we loved we isolated from; finding out they were still there

Discovering that we’re beautiful, loving, strong and lovable, a huge thing, my little one

And, yes, we have a voice.  That voice deserves to be heard; especially under attack

You’re my reminder balance is essential; I must protect you so we shine like the sun

You’re also my inner link to my Higher Power to alert of danger; you’ve got my back

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We’ve got a home and WILL have one; we are protected….what’s this you say?

Danger?  Really?  Where?  From whom?  I don’t see the danger…but I feel your discomfort

Wait a minute….him?  But he said he would always be there as my friend;  you say he’ll betray?

Love?  Friendship?  You’re confused?  Come to think of it, so am I.  Like you, I just lumber

At this love-friendship mish-mash-speak of his; he doesn’t even know. And, he’s taken!

For him, it means nothing; it’s the money he thinks nothing of tossing on us

He calls it “helping,”  No, it’s”payoff” even “bribe” for silence; this is too much to take in

No wonder you’re screaming, my little one! These horrible emotions you’re feeling for us

We’re vulnerable, helpless, he thinks.  What a crock of shit!  WE’RE NEITHER!

I even tried to take a “breather” from this asshole!  Did he honor that? NO!

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THAT GUY!  HIM! HE GOTTA GO!  HE SAY HE FRIEND – HE LIE!  HE NO FRIEND!  

HE SAY HE LOVE US!  HE THINK WE STUPID – HE CAN FOOL US!  WE SEE THE TRUTH!

THE TRUTH?  HE THINK HE CAN HAVE WHAT HE WANT THE MORE MONEY HE SPEND!

HE THINK HE CAN HAVE WHAT HE WANT HOW HE WANT ANYTIME, ANYWHERE!

HE THINK HE CAN HAVE US – IF HE GIVES US WHAT HE THINK WE NEED – PFFT!

HE LOOK LIKE HAPPY GRAMPA AND PAPA ON FACEBOOK…LIAR!

IF THEY ONLY KNEW TRUTH LIKE WE DO!  HE LIE TO THEM LIKE HE LIE TO US!  

WHO CARES IF HE MAD AT US FOR SAYING TRUTH?  HE JUST BIG CRY BABY….

WHO SHOUTS AND THROWS HISSY FITS WHEN HE DON’T GET HIS WAY – BIG WUSS!

(crying)  WHY?  WHY?  YOU SAY YOU NOT WANT TO RUIN US!  BUT, YOU JUST LIAR…

(crying) YOU NO FRIEND!  GO AWAY!  GO!  YOU RUIN IT ALL!  WE NOT…THAT UGLY WORD…

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No, my little one; not that ugly word…he called us “his Delilah” and he was Samson

But the truth of that biblical story: pride, arrogance, and money paid for ransom

To a “seductress,” another word for that ugly one – whore; which is what he wants

Whisk us away on business, hide us away, toss the cash, we’re the “Pretty Woman”

Packed, stacked, ready to go at his beck and call – but it’s all Shhhhhhh! – we flaunt

And flirt with him and him alone in the dark; never seen, never heard; we’re his “want”

Once time’s up, life goes back to normal – with a check “to help” but to silence in truth

As he goes to play “hubby” and “grampa” yet again; the dual life begins

Our new one?  Hiding, lying, concealing; at the crook of a finger we come to soothe

All while trying to hold down a job, live our life, stay sober but hide away our sins

No, NEVER!  It doesn’t.   A thirty-year friendship has now been destroyed

With a proposition:  “Ask for time off, check for flights, I’ll handle the rest”; what a keeper

We’re deserving of more, FAR more;  He?  Deserves his fate in Hell; the void

We can make it on our own; we may not be perfect, we may have a temper

But we’re sober, mighty, intelligent, beautiful, filled with light and deserve to shine in the sun

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So, see ya, Yahoo; good-bye Google; no phone for you, you arrogant ass

You lost me; your so-called best friend; the one you called, “Priceless

What a lousy joke!  But now, the joke’s back on you

The days of Facebook are numbered to send a message…to YOU

Oh, you barely read more than a paragraph?  You’ll figure it out

How?  The next time you try to send out an email and it bounces…

Then the phone call that comes back “The service provider has blocked…”

That’s….right.  You’re being slapped, slammed, punched, kicked and shut OUT

What you did was disgraceful, despicable and must stop

I am strong, mighty, intelligent, loving, lovable and worthy of respect

You do not deserve a woman with the qualities that I possess

Hell, you already have one – and you barely treat HER with respect, AT ALL!

Meanwhile, I have a life to live, a real one, with honor, truth and no distress

Rigorous honesty….

And a connection to my higher power….

Through the little child whose mighty primal scream I cannot neglect

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