Gifted Vision

Sometimes being me means to endure the pain of others
And pain has no color, no sisters nor brothers
But thrives intensely in the hearts of forced lovers,
And this gift I sometimes curse,
Especially when I looked in the blood shot eyes of that girl,
I saw, I mean I saw everything,
The day pain was born with in her being,
I could feel icy tears running down my cheeks,
My arms held down as the penetrate me,
My mouth full of bleed, then hands of three, I was only thirteen
His sweat washing me down,
I scream but I stop, because the black consumes,
And pain stops, I lay back in the grass,
With mom and dad as we laugh, at the cute events of the past,
Before they use to line their pockets with cash,
Then the pain, It reveals itself again so fast
His sweat drips down my thighs to my ass, then to the floor mat
I scream God, the more they pump
Drip sweat and release,
This release was the filth of the earth pooling inside innocence
That now is accused and guilty,
The beating so severe, the birth forming inside me
His fate was sealed from the beginning,
But I snapped out of this eye bound trance,
And continued this early mourning routine human dance
She walked towards me and hugged me tight
With tear filled eyes, and I realized
These people know that I can see
they only reveal so they can make
sure the next truth I write is their story
And being me I was compelled to wrap
my arms around her and squeeze