Growth

Growth 

I remember an empty field with nothing but dried out grass
As if life had got sucked out of it
Damn , helpless. 
I heard a story about a young girl ,
She was always into natural things 
You know gardens , forests , sleeping under the stars
She wasn’t her happiest once daddy passed to cancer 
She lost hope in this world when everyone turned against her 
She grew up with just her younger sibling and aunt .. 
aunt had an abusive addict she called a man
He would take money , 
Wreck cars 
Turn hope into black tar 
Days were always dark and cold , 
Even in the summer nothing grew 
Young girl got older , 
Her name Isis 
She wanted love , 
Looked all in the wrong places , 
Caused girls at school to hate her
When they all found out a popular kid raped her
Nobody cared , 
Just reckless ass kids with no home training 
Nobody knew 
As anger grew inside her
She’d cry 
Black out 
Hit on everything 
She cried 
Even pulled out her own hair 
Nobody saw her at home 
And at school she was “ thee slut “ 
Younger sister , Maya went through it too 
With them both in the same school , 
You can almost bet they bullied her too 
Damn , I feel bad for that girl 
She survived that pressure though , you can bet she did .. 
years later Isis in high school 
All over the place , 
Looking for hope .. 
everyone thought she had it good 
Nobody knew about the mental abuse left permanent
Or about the addict in her home beating on her auntie 
Or about her feeling alone in the world 
Sophomore year , 
Poor Isis was raped again , 
Friends let it happen 
Poor Isis going through it again , 
She pulling on her hair screaming 
“ when does this end “ 
Healing was important to young Isis , 
She had too .. 
let’s not forget little Isis 
Everybody in school wants to date her
Rumors starting around the school 
Damn Isis same shit all over again .. 
this time Isis didn’t cry 
Isis didn’t let the bullshit phase her 
Isis stood strong and ignored what too her didn’t matter .. 
Isis created a place in her head for her to feel safe , 
Her safe Haven 
Senior year is here .. 
Isis find out she’s pregnant & won’t be graduating on time .. 
Isis wanted to be a model , or a chef after high school .. 
6 months pregnant and mature Isis is raped again , 
Rape drug in a small glass of what appeared to be wine .. 
police couldn’t help 
Auntie calling her a slut 
Alone she felt ,
Drained she felt .. 
Isis planted a tree in a field where nobody came to play 
She explained to her tree that she wouldn’t ever leave em lonely
She’ll watch it grow and plant more 
Everyday Isis came , 
Isis almost never left ..  she camped out next to her tree 
A storm came , 
Almost due for the birth of the baby she’s carrying
Right before the storm came , 
Her tree grew tall enough to cover her .. 
she laughed and smiled
Carved “ first born before the storm “ 
She said “ you’ll always be special because you came from me .. my seed I’ll never leave you lonely .. wherever I go you’ll go too , 
My happiness my new safe haven I’ll never leave I promise “ 
Isis moved once she graduated high school and you can bet she took her first born with her .. dry field was made of hope , love , happiness and a purpose . 
She met others , told her story
Still stands tall 
She remains wholesome 
Without her tree she explained that she’s nothing , 
Nothing without her peace 
Her safe Haven