In an abandon warehouse on the northside, a group of runaways huddle together trying despertly to keep themselves warm from the harsh winter’s storm the ice and snow is more than they can stand a small fire burns in a barrel they stand around it trying to defrost their noses and hands in the corner a teenage girl sits on the dirty concrete floor humming a song that her mother use to sing to her when she was little she is writing in her blue journal a day doesnt pass that she doesnt make an entry it helps her keep mind off her problems and the cold the cold, it caused the blisters on her feet and the stiffness in her legs she sneezes wipes her nose on a tissue and glances at her “family” these people are the only family that she has they are the only ones that could possible understand her She saw her father today out on the streets the people stared at her like she was a viscious animal ready to attack he left a bag at the place where they use to meet when she was ten years old under that big old oak tree she saw him but she doesnt think that he saw her or at least he didnt seem to act like he did He placed the bag on the bench and disappeared into the crowd one day a week he stops by and brings a bag full of food and a little bit of money just enough for a room and leaves. but she would rather stay here not in some cheap motel not somewhere he could find her she is safe in this abandon warehouse and besides If he really wanted her to come home he would stop donating the bag of pity which is what she had grown to call it yet every Tuesday she goes picks it up now two hours later she sits down on the dirty concrete floor humming a song that her mother use to sing to her long ago after her father would slap her and throw her to the floor blood dripping out of her nose and bruises covering her eyes she bites on her lower lip like she always does when she is in serious thought pushes the awful memories out of her head and the terrible cold that has numbed her lips and turned her toes and finger tips blue she says out loud so that all can hear step daddy if it hadnt been for you I would have never left so you can take your pity money and you know what you can do you can go to hell where you belong she throws the money and the food up in the air and the others stare at it with drool on their chins she gets up and goes into the other room she hears them fighting over who gets to keep what savengers just like the rest of her family
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem for my friend ANya her father use to beat her so she finally ran away from home and she ended up living in an abandon building. He would give her money and food once a week but he never asked her to come back home finally she moved in with me when the money stopped her father had moved away and on with his life
Birth sign: Aries
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