The movies I see behind my fatigued black eyes
Are not the kind with Batman circling the skies.
The movies I’m forced to see on any given day,
Have no superhero ready to swoop me away.
I watch you pass by me in your nice, comfortable cars,
After my wishing and hoping on at least one billion stars.
Oh I live in the silent and have seen the crime, thrillers, and war,
I live every day as the adult trapped as the whore in the horror.
It’s like in a sci-fi; I’m invisible so I know you can’t see,
See the broken heart inside or who I am longing to be.
You know what I do, I see you scan my bruises and see skeletal ribs,
Yet you talk about me over dinners leaving five dollars extra in tips.
Oh how I wish for your romance, family, or drama at least,
Because I’m seeing no beauty in my beauty and the beast.
What I see from my eyes is no more than a simple movie to me,
Sometimes I think fantasy with a family, some breakfast, coffee, or tea.
My beast sees my value in the quality of service I give,
So I give it well in hopes that just for tonight I may live.
He gives me some food twice a week so I think I’ll be fine,
Don’t worry about me while you and your friends go and dine.
You see a hard, bitter four–I mean, nineteen-year-old–from my X-rated life,
But if you took the time to get to know me… I wish I could be a mother, daughter, or a wife.
I saw your Bible and thought you were a Christian. What’s wrong with this picture?
This looks to me like you live in fantasy, more than religious, action, and adventure.
Your days are your movies belonging to you and mine being mysteries I guess they are my own,
But could you help change the genre so I don’t have to watch all my movies alone?
By: CG
