(Part of a new series of poems about people whom I have met, who profoundly moved me).
no it’s not a person, it’s a trash bag, or wad of clothing
as I turned the car around
knowing it was a girl, curled into herself
it was for her, the end of a long night
for me, an early morning drive
into rising sun
her limbs thin enough, to resemble twigs
hair colored black, face still-water of a child
she waved us off
no, no, no, I’m fine here
in the fetal position, on the cement
lying by the side of road exhaust
as predator number 10, idles his car and asks
do you want me to take you home
I press myself to the window glass
no, don’t get in the car!
he looks angry when she says
I’m just taking a nap, goodnight
his lust drives off, leaving fuel staining like road kill
what he would have done if
all 90 pounds of her, in tiny shorts and torn top
had accepted his bearly, concealed hunger
how many predators comb
early morning side walks, hoping
to pick up lost girls?
she’s got sense and she also, doesn’t know
but I do
I was her once
crawling out of an abandoned warehouse
knife wounds, waltzing on my throat
cold semen in my belly
clawmarks designating, my survival
the car that stopped then
a light in darkness
they took me away, from near death
when so easily
I could have been picked up, a second time
by hands with bad intention
when you are fallen
people often crowd in, to help you
like wolves who smell
the coming of blood and
vulnerabilities, we think we hide
I told her
don’t get into a car with a lone man, or group of men
they may not show their fangs but
you are a little piece of goodness
sometimes people who prowl, want to hurt
that shining within you
she was looking out the window
with her unslept eyes and the residue of last night
still high on her pain
and for the first time in my life
I no longer felt a victim
but one of the imaginary horses, I used to ride
speeding away from slick, sales-man, cough
of curb-side prowler
I wanted to make her better
but sometimes you can only
patch and release
to maybe nothing safer than hope
with a few words
wishing, that when she’s sober
waking without assault
you were her once
and you got out
41 thoughts on “You got out”
So powerful. Wow… I’ve missed your words. xx
Wow! This one makes an impression. Sadly, I imagine it happens way too often. 😕
This floored me. The rawness, the insight, the pain, the hope. It is good to see your writing.
I would love to repost on Blood Into ink but I am here because I miss you and this blew me away.
You’re extraordinary. ❤
This is incredible. You see the ugliness you describe, but you can’t look away. Beautifully done.
As always, sister! Out of park magnificent 👏🏻👏🏻
Absolutely amazing! Brava, Warrioress! ❤
Wow, powerful. Thank you for sharing.
Excellent. I loved and savored every syllable. Thank you.
Powerful, and heartbreaking – both. I’m glad you got out, but I know there are so many that have not.
Wow! the vulnerable of society needs to be held up with dignity.
This brought tears to my eyes…
“… sometimes you can only patch and release…” That phrase really hit me. It’s true, sometimes that’s all one can do. Amazing writing once again, Candice. ❣️
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Utterly amazing piece of prose. There are not enough words of praise for this one.
Utterly amazing. I do not have enough, nor powerful enough words to praise this piece. I loved it.
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Phenomenal- the moment, the actions, and the capture of it all
Um…. I need you right now….can you go to my blog an read the where is god post. Then can you read the comment by tammi, proclaimed therapist, and can you give your thoughts. I know i’ve never asked this before but you know me. You get me. And i opened myself up to my true vulnerability this morning when i wrote this. Her reply has got me in what i call a “red flag” zone. Soo I have medication for that. I just need you to….I don’t know…be you for me please.
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I like your new story poeming 🙂
Speechless!!! You’ve finally done it and have left me dumbstruck!!! My gosh, Candice, this is so brilliant and raw and full of understanding and compassion. And those are such feeble words when one reads something this magnificent! And you think you’re ordinary!!! Do you have any idea how many writers would give everything they have to be able to write like this??? And not to worry, she will remember and it will make a difference in her life. Maybe not now or tomorrow or next week or next year, but you planted a seed and it will gernimate and take root at some point in time. I pray it be so. Damn how I adore you!
Je t’aime, N 🙂 ❤
Just wow! There are so many powerful lines in this poem which hits so deeply a very painful mark.
You do realise that you breathe life and hope back into so many dusty unspoken memories shoved into the back of Female (not exclusively) minds, allowing for acceptance and the understanding that our experiences shape who we are and that it is ok to be the girls we once were … you do realise that your beautiful words resonate and if you do not then well, I tell you now 💖
So powerfully, blisteringly, compassionate – as ever
Ah Cannoball ….never think your words are ever done in this world … never . There is always that next climb that next hill on the horizon to conquer, new vistas to gaze upon that can only be seen through your eyes and laid on paper for us all to see.brightly stark and beautiful at the same time, giving voice to a part of the world that should never remain silent.. ❤
Indescribably sad and powerful tale. ღ
Yes, my love, I was that girl curled up on the side of the road too…wishing with all my heart that someone like you would come along. Alas, the predators prevailed. Thank you for telling the story of the forsaken girls, preyed upon by monstrosities. (((❤️)))
Powerful. I hope she did get away. I hope she is doing OK.
This is dark but it has a hard won victory that is even more precious because maybe, against all the odds and the casual brutality maybe the light will shine
Amazing poem. I love this part the best ” but sometimes you can only
patch and release
to maybe nothing safer than hope”
A very special piece.
Speechless and powerfully raw and realistic. It’s good to read your work again sis.
God!!! the beginning got me.
Hi.. Candice.. been a while since
i’ve visited you in your words
of Poetry.. i still can’t
but i still haven’t
forgotten the impact
your words make on my
style of writing as i’ve read so
many of your words and i feel your
soul still to date heAR.. one of pain
surely for those who receive what
others should not take.. the
World still is overall a
Pussy Grabbing place..
Something i didn’t even see until
18 years old.. i suppose i was and am still
Lucky for i learned to love a face and eyes
missing more of what feels below.. it’s true there
are few love songs left and face to face slow dances
empathy and compassion is a fading tradition and sometimes
i miss the old days of innocent that i recreate with seeing more
than i saw
i see these
girls you speak of
on the sidewalk of the
Bar when i leave each night
mostly in tears and yes curled
in the fetal position at times
victim to faces with
no heART of eYe..
almost every woman i have known
in my life has been abused by a man
and often by a family member too.. not likely
it’s a fluke and just case study anecdote for so many
more truths that are kept quiet that are no longer kept quiet now..
and that’s good that the truth gets out but if a world of rape can advance
to highest positions of office not much has changed at core of eyes with no heart..
anyway as always a Battle of the sexes and sexists my Friend a power struggle for love so ironically
as you Heal heaR..
it’s true no matter how
much it hurts it’s what we give that counts..:)
Won’t say “I told you so”, Candice.
I’m reading through the proof right now.
All 90 pounds of love.. the depth of feeling you have for her is hovering now as I re-read this poem
Inspiring and humbling…
Wow… brings tears to my eyes..
Such raw honesty – beautifully written..
Another harrowing tale of those whose pain I cannot even begin to know.. But one of which you dear Candice deliver with empathy and compassion.. Knowing the reality of those dark days and nights..
I so wish there were more of you, pressing against the glass, shouting out loud NO! And less young vulnerable girls whose fate we dare not even think of..
Sending you yet more Love dear Candice..
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