dawnsday said:
Her mother snorted
one more line of meth
after enjoying
a strung out night of sex
then whispered next
in the ear of her father
come dear it?s time
to give birth to our daughter
so began the real life
of Jasmine Rose
She was born lifeless
her muscles paralyzed
and it?s god?s miracle
that she survived the night
She spent her first three months
in the hospitals sterile gloom
while her mom and dad left
rarely a visit to her room
they needed more meth
so they were away
when the doctors proclaimed
the diagnosis was made
congential muscular dystrophy
bones frail as a woman of eighty
uncorrectable skull deformity
face pressed harsh to one side
cleft pallet and her feet
twisted hard to the sides
mental retardation and
a shortened span of her life
child services stepped in
and took her and her brother
to a mom and dad who wanted her
so bad it made them ache
soon after her mom ran
too weak in this life
pregnant by another man
not willing to give up her high
just as she was attached
to her new mom and dad
her father admitted
he was addicted
and finally kicked his
smack habit
she and her brother
were giving back to him
because the social worker
didn?t see his hidden sin
he gave up the speed
and his live of crime
but was deep in the bottle
most of his time
She?s four now
her brother soon will be six
and no matter how many
calls i make to dfs i can?t fix this
and the rage some nights consumes me
as i see my daughter lie safely
in her bed with her clean white sheets
because i know things
like the time her daddy broke her right arm
claiming they were playing
and he didn?t mean any harm
or how he would drive her
to school drunk and nobody knew
how he punched his son
he told me this and i saw the bruise
and how he hit me
and how i never know
if he?ll beat them that way
in a few years when they grow
so for now that girl walks
and at times finds the strength
to run with the friends
she has finally made
they?ve yet to make fun
of her paralyzed face
or her meshed up words
that could be fixed
if her father would go to the doctor
and get the bottle off his lips
i?ve seen in that girls eyes
and there is the purest soul
and loving nature behind
the hatred that soon will take it?s toll
No, she will never grow
she will never dance
she will never even
get to have the chance
to dream and she?ll be lucky
if she barely lives til twenty
her mind will never expand
mature enough to love a man
by eleven chances are
her legs will have given out
and she will be then on
forever wheel chair bound
and one day while she sleeps
one of her chronic muscle cramps
will quietly come and creep
up on her in the night
and her heart or lungs will strain
and she will die
that is the true story
of this girls life
the reality
of what happens
when women use while pregnant
and the terrifying proof that
the system has failed us
i?m blessed to have known her
i hate that i can?t save her
it fills me with pain
and ravages me with anger
she has taught me to be grateful
for each moment i have
with my own little girl
and that she doesn?t have
to live with that hurt
so to give that girl glory
i had to share with the world
the very trury story
of the real life
of Jasmine Rose
This touched me so much dawnsday. Thank you.
Here is one:
Flowers in the Mud
You can't see me
I'm in the darkness surrounded by decay and loneliness
I'm reaching and striving upward longing for warmth and light
Forces are restraining me, smothering me
My inner strength, my longing, my drive
Keep me moving toward what?
Will it be better? Will I be seen, loved, contemplated?
You don't know me but God willing you will
Within me is such giving, such glory
All I want is to make you feel seen, loved, contemplated
Can you see me now? Come closer. Don't be shy
I came just for you. I am the flower in the mud.
We're not so different, you and I.
You have had to push yourself up out of the darkness.
Your inner strength is as great as mine. Maybe stronger
Your true beauty has come to light after struggling against the forces
God Himself called our names and we followed his voice
Now is our time to feel His love, His warmth
Our God given beauty is both our gift and our debt
During our season on this earth we must share our wondrous beauty in hopes that we will
serve as a beacon to other flowers struggling to come out of the mud.
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