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  • She was 7 when it started
    her mother decided to sell her
    when the first man lay down on top of her she cried out
    screamed in terror for her mommy
    mommy came and hit her hard about the head
    mommy told her to do what the man said
    and if she cried she would get the devil kicked out of her
    Annie cried out and mommy came and kicked her
    and she still had to do what the man who smelled of sweat and whiskey wanted her to do

    The next time a man lay down on top of her she was quiet as the man pushed his way in to her childs body
    but the time after that she cried out in pain...''mommy, please! please! it hurts! oh please!
    and mommy came
    and the man wanted his money back
    he was mad
    mommy was mad
    mommy dragged her into the kitchen and told her to put her hands on the counter and make her arms stiff...
    Annie's heart was beating outside her body but she did as she was told
    and mommy picked up the broom and slammed the handle down hard on Annie's small arms
    Annie felt a crack of black agony
    and her arms
    after that they simply sort of dangled there

    Annie never cried for mommy again

    One day mommy disappeared and Annie was rescued by the state
    foster care proved dangerous too
    Annie's sweet beauty was a blessing and a curse
    they could see her light and wanted to eat it

    Annie took up drugs and drink to hide from it all

    Then one day Annie had a little luck
    she met a man who didn't want to hurt her
    he only wanted to love her
    he held her close
    and kissed her soft
    and polished her to a glow
    but when he lay down on top of her she didn't see his face
    it was them she saw

    She longed to see his face
    she longed for so long to fly away from memories and other things
    but her arms bent out from her sides like broken wings
    Annie never healed...
    and she never learned to fly
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