statutory two
seventeen years that would make you forty this yearthat is if you didn't od in an alley somewhere in the
chicago ghetto
i often wondered how it affected your life
whether you are as haunted as i am
do night lights give you chills after
shivering in that bathtub trying to make it wet
does the smell of cheap vodka turn your stomach
or do you crave it to remember and then forget
the trembling child lying on the floor and
the sounds of guns being cocked at the door
did you unravel the way i did
crouching in the corner whenever someone
with similar features came near and
were you restrained when thoughts of that night
made you bang your head against the wall
everything and everyone i've ever done since
has been directly due to you and i can only pray
the same nightmare is true for you