Pre-Teena and Teena

clouded egos crawl through the fog to boast from their office.
manipulating the adjacent audience calls for a teen pregnancy to be a little obvious.
a product of this environment could grow up to cover her slit wrists.

has mommy thought of this?

her grown self lies in the darkness fighting to illuminate somesort of meaning into her
scarred existence.
no matter the physical scars that show,
it's the scars that dwell well below the surface of her flesh.
too many times checkers have battled.
saddled up to round her herds of cattle.
loss after loss, not even close to a two game win streak,
she's weak.
repeated bashings and loud language leaks shriek and pierce her troubled momentum.
how much more ridicule and torment can she take?
more and then some,
until she has the strength and guidance to illuminate her healed scars and proudly show
an exclamation mark at the end of her sentence.