A Hard Knock Life
A Hard Knock Life. By Sebastian Sabatino
Home--sitting, sitting-just sitting, my room just sitting, plain old sitting, she walks in looking at me not speaking a word,
I just stay, stay sitting—on my bed.
She opens her mouth, and speaks with the voice of a angel, she says ah this takes me back,
I thought-back where, where does it take you?
Back when you lived on the streets,
Why—Why I thought why does it take you back there.
Does it take her back to bad memories, memories that haunt her, that appear in her dreams every single night, what she had to do just to go on, just to get a bite to eat, unspeakable things, things that even I wouldn’t say.
She sat, she sat right beside me, why, why would it take her back there,
I looked at her tearing up, I flung her hair behind her ear,
I looked at her and she looked back, at that point we made eye contact,
I’m sorry she says, why, why would you be sorry I said, it was not your fault you were on the streets, it was not your fault it was your parents.
When she was younger her dad walked out on her, her mom didn’t take it well and soon started to take drugs which leaded to cocaine, and when her mom was on cocaine she beat her, verbally and physically, it took her to the point when she couldn’t take it anymore, she started cutting and burning herself.
When she was six-teen she ran away thinking to get a new start,
But no one would let her work for them, even after they heard her story,
How could they be so heartless, to a woman so hopeless, she used different ways to get money horrifying ways.
I spoke with my voice cracking like a chiseling rock,
I I just cant b bare to see you like thiss,
Don’t worry I’m fine its just I don’t know what I would do without you,
Thank you she said, not even a slight problem I said.
How do I know her you ask,
Three years ago, everyday I walking down town and she came out of an ally way,
Spare some change I don’t got nothing she always said,
After a year I said here come follow me you can
Home--sitting, sitting-just sitting, my room just sitting, plain old sitting, she walks in looking at me not speaking a word,
I just stay, stay sitting—on my bed.
She opens her mouth, and speaks with the voice of a angel, she says ah this takes me back,
I thought-back where, where does it take you?
Back when you lived on the streets,
Why—Why I thought why does it take you back there.
Does it take her back to bad memories, memories that haunt her, that appear in her dreams every single night, what she had to do just to go on, just to get a bite to eat, unspeakable things, things that even I wouldn’t say.
She sat, she sat right beside me, why, why would it take her back there,
I looked at her tearing up, I flung her hair behind her ear,
I looked at her and she looked back, at that point we made eye contact,
I’m sorry she says, why, why would you be sorry I said, it was not your fault you were on the streets, it was not your fault it was your parents.
When she was younger her dad walked out on her, her mom didn’t take it well and soon started to take drugs which leaded to cocaine, and when her mom was on cocaine she beat her, verbally and physically, it took her to the point when she couldn’t take it anymore, she started cutting and burning herself.
When she was six-teen she ran away thinking to get a new start,
But no one would let her work for them, even after they heard her story,
How could they be so heartless, to a woman so hopeless, she used different ways to get money horrifying ways.
I spoke with my voice cracking like a chiseling rock,
I I just cant b bare to see you like thiss,
Don’t worry I’m fine its just I don’t know what I would do without you,
Thank you she said, not even a slight problem I said.
How do I know her you ask,
Three years ago, everyday I walking down town and she came out of an ally way,
Spare some change I don’t got nothing she always said,
After a year I said here come follow me you can