• As waves crash against the dock,
    A young girl
    Looks up at a clock.

    “Momma, you said we could go.”
    “Hush, girl. If only I could leave you,
    And no one would know.”

    “Momma, don’t you love me?”
    “Can’t you see?
    I would rather get stung by a dozen a bee,
    Than stay with thee.”

    “Aren’t I lovable?”

    She pleads with her mother,
    Shrinking away from the woman,
    Wielding a pot.
    “No, you are not.
    No one can love you.
    It is impossible to do.”


    So the girl runs,
    Away from the woman,
    Who she used to adore like
    The rays of the midday suns.

    As the young girl cries,
    Kneeling on her battered knees,
    Pleading up with the red skies,
    She prays
    That one day
    She’ll find someone
    Who tells her no
    Lies.