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Written by: Idahospud44 1/9/2009 9:50:38 PM
She's a Pretty Girl Who Never Smiles

I watched her pass me at the gas station mini-store
As she exited with her gorgeous eyes downcast
This pretty girl who never smiles
It made me want to cry and chase after her

She has found a protective survival method
Become a shade of gray no one will notice
For being left alone is what she most desires
After the horrid attention she has always received.

She moves from place to place without a word
Hoping nobody notices her or seeks her out
Some think her shy; others think her weak
But most don't even think of her at all

That is her mission; her major goal in life
To stay safe in the shadows far away from touches
That others carve and she can only wish for
She has never know a tender caress, a soft embrace

No, not this one, the pretty girl who never smiles
Eye contact she has learned is an enemy not a friend
Dim the lights of the windows of the soul; stay hidden
It is the safest way and loneliness is not such a bad price

The nights are the worse, the daylight hours less so
She hears every creak, every movement, every noise
Her five senses are never dull always sharply keen
It was the only way to survive and sometimes hide

He was supposed to love her but not in this primitive way
Trips to the park should have been fun; not echoes of horror
Bedtime stories should have comforted her on the way to sleep
But she learned early on they were just a prelude to the demands

Mommy, won't you read to me? she often begged in her shy way
But it never came true this frequent repeating dream of hers
to be held and tucked in by safe, soft hands that were no threat
Hands that smelled like soft lotion with a hint of cheap perfume

But these dream hands were always replaced by other scents
The smell of beer or bargain whiskey or sometimes evil rum
Were the ones she grew to expect and fear and fear and fear
Where is Mommy ? she once cried out before it all started

She won't come, it's just you and me my precious little daddy's girl
Had been the awful reply from the the man thought so worthy
By the little town where such things would never, ever be discussed
And it would start, the soft panting, the silent disrobing, the touches

Night after night, year after year, and she finally accepted the game
She looks at the ceiling and tries to fly away to an imagined place
As the movements start, slowly at first and then all at once- done
A supposed tender kiss to the forehead and the door softly closes

Leaving a pretty girl who never smiles.
I know all this is a moment, from a glance, it is my fate
I have learned volumes from tortured single looks or avoidance
For I once was a handsome boy who never smiled.

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