Too old to pretend, too young to care
another night ends, just like one two decades before,
kicked in an oblivion of teenage pregnancy,
enormous child support checks, and GED's,
insuffieciently supporting "I do" premises or promises.
Too frightened to move, too defiant to cry
another night ends, just like three already have this week,
laughing into morning at the little girl,
lost and lonely, beaten and raped,
officially marked as "unworthy"
for all time, of everything, of anyone, but not of existence.
Family. That's what they call this.