The DSM-IV-TR Demon
Into this dangerous world another child was
born then from
her drug addicted mother she was torn
Her mother fought sometimes and got her back but she was so far lost
down the cities dirty track
She wanted to hold her but she knew it wasn't
right babies
weren't welcome beneath the old red light
She learnt quick and fast and she grew up
mean never
really a kid never had a childhood dream
Life for street kids it doesn't work out that
way for
without the John's money there was no pay
Youth detention centres pushed her toward bad foster homes
paedophiles helped to make her mad
The child grew or you could say was dragged
up wrong at
times beaten and battered by her mothers John's learning early the bruising effects of a
drunken rage her medical record a timeline of abuse on every page
At twelve heroin found it's way inside her
tiny arm her
youthful body pulled customers like a lucky charm
The harsh city streets became her only home then she lost her own child
just two days grown
Her young life was tough and her life was so cruel
battling her
way through the hard knock school
Her Mother had died and her baby was long gone
her life's
story reads like a sad country song
Methadone Cocaine Ice Speed and Crack, she was truly lost down
the dark side of the track
Every man that knew her beat her black and
blue this way of
life was the only thing she knew
She started to steal more, to rob and to bash the John's paid less
and the dealers needed cash
Her once youthful supple body began to age when she lost her beauty she found her rage
Prison system soon became more often her
home, raped by
men and women beaten and truly alone
a mental illness came she was labelled with a
few all kinds
of treatments began and some ECT too
Her journey was cast as she moved from place
to place her
tragedies putting many lines into her once pretty face
Asylums and psych wards places you wouldn't
like to be I
cant imagine she ever once had the feeling of being free
Stigmatised sanitised labelled and slipping
into the cracks living proof of intolerance and all that our society lacks
The 'crazy' lady you see there in the
hospital bed looks seventy eight but twas forty five that her ID read
Many now think she is a hopeless lost cause, their criticisms flow
sharply but never applause
I see a fighter, a spirit that just will not
lay down one that made it through the toughest side of town
Sure she's angry, violent swearing and mad, but look a little closer
at the life's she's had
if you or I had to share just part of her song could we have stood up
and been that strong
She's faced every hardship every wrong turn
rose against the odds didn't crash and burn
now she sleeps peacefully forever beneath the
earth I hope her
maker knows and values her true worth
Now her tortured mind will finally get some
rest for she has
while on this earth passed every single test
they told me her daughter finally came along
a couple of days late after her mother had gone
For the mother that she never knew she stood
and cried proudly
with her four children right there by her side
Adopted by a lovely family that gave her a
good life a
proud Mother now and a loving happy wife
She placed a picture of her family upon her mother’s
grave her
husbands in the clergy and they know she's been saved
I shed a few tears when I heard and I thought
oh boy, then
my tears were for her peace and her finding true joy
Jeffrey Goudy Copyright Poetry in Paradise Reg
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