She stood outside the window looking in;
Her parents and the colored lights recall
a celebration known as Christmas when
all hearts are light and people’s cares are small.
She stood outside the window looking in
but dare not leave the shadows. There’s a pause;
her hair entwined with twigs; her knee is skinned.
Her lips are bruised ; new boots are scraped with claws.
Four schoolboys offer her a ride that night.
Her devastation comes from shame within;
she cannot face their laughter and her fright
has frozen her emotions with her sin.
Age fourteen, her naivete now dead;
her girlhood’s over; older life now led.
(Age of this true story: many years. Yes, she remembers every detail. Reason for not reporting: “they would never have believed me against the 4 of them.” Remembering that time in history, she was probably correct. Damned if you tell and damned if you don’t. Is a new age coming? We need to teach our daughters how to better fight back against abuse. There is an old Nancy Sinatra song, “Bang, Bang” that is so poignant (1966). Women have been victims too long. Maybe we can start teaching our young how to fight back and survive without being murdered in a cornfield in the future.)