169 and Prospect Ave.
Where her dreams took life, then shortly turned to ash.
Home sweet home of a young girl’s nest,
Striped out from her skin, the start of her bitterness.
With cookies, and candies they bribed.
All that burst of goodness a child shouldn’t deny,
but tricks and hicks of the wicked minds consumed her,
dimming her light.
The beginning of all her prescribes.
Left in the presence of evil,
Some loved to touch, others loved to watch.
Another innocent victim on someone’s notch.
What was supposed to remain innocent as long as innocent could,
was quickly tainted.
The sickened minds controlled her fears,
Forced actions flooded her eyes with tears.
Not knowing right from wrong,
she juggled through the hands of preys.
The figure of her flower now in dismay.
Thought and emotions grew unsure,
But she still embraced she had pure.
169 and Prospect Ave.
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Jea Santos-Strong
Jea Santos-Strong is a creative writer of bold family dramas, and short flash fictional stories. Her inclination for writing and film stems from childhood struggles that drive her to share stories about relationships & real-life struggles.
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