duck under the turnstiles
and skid down the stairs
the little one's two-year old legs can't keep up;
his father nabs him by the hand
and tucks him under his arm
prompted by her father's screaming orders,
she dashes ahead to hold open the doors of their getaway train
in order to secure their escape
her duty fulfilled
with the help of a concerned observer
as her father lugs on his baggage of a toddler
plopped onto the slipper seat
the boy slides about
until a plop to the floor triggers a whimper and tears
but this goes unnoticed by the father
who tends to his interest with a lady
while his daughter takes it all in
the doors shut
the train races ahead
they flee what's behind
mistaking the Downtown 6
for their means to freedom
in case doubts linger
the father drills his daughter
with several leading questions;
her trembling lips continually utter a forced response
yes...this is f***in better
yes...he f***in loves her more
yes...her momma don't care about no other f***ers
but her eyes tell a different story
the churlish commands and manipulative inquiries
elicit a look of fear that knows no freedom
the words of her father
are the bars that keep her mind
a prisoner to lies and a stranger to truth
the actions of her father
are the shackles that bind her aching heart
from receiving love
only the Truth can set her free in Love
omnia vincit amor,
et nos cedamus amori
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