Stuff I Write: BABY B prt3

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She is no longer baby
On the streets there is nothing to do but beg or turn tricks
She chooses the latter
She grows full and sensual
Learns that she has something they are willing to pay for
She falls for a man who wants nothing but her body
Considers her to be currency
A means of barter
She makes love to powerful men
Hoping to leech their strength, but they drain all of her and only crave her weakness
She makes love to weak men
Hoping to make herself feel stronger
They will praise her womanly hips, her magical lips
But it will not be enough

Finally, she finds herself in the arms of a woman
For once, she know love
She knows the warmth of skin that wants nothing and offer her everything
She learns to trust the curve that fits perfectly into hers
Learns to cook with coriander
Learns to call it coriander, instead of cilantro
To always light candels before love making
To always blow them out before sleep
Then suddenly
Very suddenly
All too suddenly
It sours
She suffers heartache for the second time in life
She cries bitter tears as her lover chooses the bottle over her
She is saddened that she cannot be enough
She tries to kill herself
Takes a bottle of pills and a capful of bleach
But, somehow she survives
Wakes up
Hails a cab to the emergency room on 5th street and passes out for days
After months, she finds God and learns to love herself
She cries less now
For weeks, swallowing feels like burning
But reminds her that she is alive
Sees herself as beautiful, just before it is too late
She knows far too much for her age now and it shows on her face
She lives quietly now
Thinks back as far as she can remember
Then escapes gently to her maker
No one remembers her name
“Baby Baby Do you love me? Will you love me, even if it doesn’t turn out right? Would you still love me if you knew the world I was borning you into”
Baby looks up at her mother
And it is best that she doesn’t know