coryclendening
01/20/09, 03:15 AM
The Tragedy That “WAS” Baby Girl
By
Cory Clendening
There lied a dime in the grass staring at the open blue
Heads up, tails down losing her mind in that ocean view
Once her smoke is through she’s gonna change her focus to
The late night theft that left a finger print in her stolen womb
See, baby girl has a secret and doesn’t know how to tell anyone
Even though the girl on the inside wants to go out and tell everyone
Now, one night this dime went to a party and met victor
Victor bullshitted her just to kill the time that he spent with her
Turn the page and now she’s in the bathroom with him
Manipulated by the promise that he didn’t have it in him
To hit it on the first night and never talk to her again
He even fucks around and says they better stop before it’s in
-
-Before she can think twice-
-
Right here, right now he stands inside of her clear bubble
Her heart hears trouble but his lies echo in her ear tunnels
What’s beyond door #1 lies an unexpected second door
He sticks his hand out and presses forward and says let’s explore
He kicks down her door and her soul becomes soft spoken
Once he’s in he never stops because he knows her locks broken
No chastity thanks to the inebriated logic and euphoric mistakes
Bathroom full of so much substance you could snort it and faint
He puts it so far inside her white cream begins to orbit her taint
Hit the cervix and proceeded to color her portrait with paint
She looks up and see’s he’s not even looking at her
This awkward feeling that she can’t seem to put him after
-
-Interlock pelvic components-
-
He’s just to cute and to in control of the moment
And she thinks she’ll blow it if she glows in atonement
But he blows it and she knows it, so now what
She looks at him and says, “wanna go out” but
He interrupts her and says he doesn’t want to settle down
And at that very moment the blow to the head took her off level ground
He cleans off and pulls up his pants only to grab his beer and leave
She had him here and now she’s standing here in need
-Damn it’s weird to be-
Alone, getting dressed, stepping out into the atmosphere to breath
Lighting a cigarette as her mascara becomes lavish smears that bleed
From her pouring eyes to the wooden back porch
From the mistakes in the past to the future she couldn’t fast forward
Living life day to day not knowing what she keeps looking back for
If he showed up right now she either would of took him back or
Push him back towards the looking glass and put his ass through wooden back door
-
-A bittersweet wish she shouldn’t ask for-
-
No brothers, no sisters, no cousins or father figures
No lovers, no misters, just a mother who bought her liquor
Brought home men that would slap her, call her bitch or
Laugh at her for going to local biker bars and bringing her daughter with her
-
She’s lying in bed now, holding her head down
Looking down at her underwear wondering why she bled brown
What’s wrong? She goes to sleep cold but wakes up hot
The four walls have her feeling like she’s stuck in a taped up box
Closter phobic to the questions that have no answers
Softer moments turn into impressions that stand no chance for
Today’s actions when she has no idea what is going to happen tomorrow
Then all a sudden her future appears and she sees herself packing a car load
On no! Her spine felt like it was hit by a wave from the avian shores
After she crashed her car with a bumper sticker that says baby on board
She quietly prays to the lucky coin she pulls out of her make up drawer
Then takes a cold walk to the drug store, no need to wait up for
An answer she can already feel growing in her stomach
If she’s right she’s not sure how she’s gonna start showing it in public
Knowing they’ll rub it in her face like an omen in the summit
Pull her apart so her angel wings remain broken and she plummets
-
Standing in the grocery isle where some of the memories crept
Reaching out and pulling down an $20 pregnancy test
The tears almost flow over but she just doesn’t have the energy left
To keep gloating over way her and this boy’s chemistry meshed
Walking towards the cashier she thinks about how mad her mom gets
And what she would say if she saw her walking in with a first response kit
As the cashier gives her a dirty look, baby girl begins to feel ill
The sudden judgment made her soul crush and her body turn real still
She takes the bag and the receipt, only to run out the door and back home
To the place where she felt like a white purl in a valley of black stones
-
Sitting on the toilet, hiding her head in her hands
Dreaming of one day climbing in bed with her man
Because a negative answer came from a positive result
Killed the confidence and filled the incompetence with pulp
Still the awkwardness builds the awfulness under a black moon
A seed is growing and she’ll soon watch the garden patch bloom
Thinking, is everyone gonna be mad at you? Yes
So it’s probably time to look in the mirror and have an attitude check
Count your stripes and be glad no one has laughed at you yet
Cuz mother earth is gonna give birth and watch the latitude stretch
Create another planet to shine between this earth and sun
And still be baby girl even though she’s about to give birth to one
The daddy is gone, and she knows she don’t wanna live like that
Wondering how he could run from the kid like that
Requite, is like hitting an apple on someone’s forehead with a knife
She’s missing this asshole wishing he’d show up at her door step in the night
And apologize for letting temperatures flare into immature choices
Then let his voice mesh with her and let the rest just blur into insecure voices
On this night, her heart is shooting through the sky but no one’s making a wish
Drowning in the denial river, tears are still grazing her lips
Thinking she is to young to make it through and make it big
It’s hopeless, out of focus, to her there is no way to save this kid
pt 1. (to be cont'd)
By
Cory Clendening
There lied a dime in the grass staring at the open blue
Heads up, tails down losing her mind in that ocean view
Once her smoke is through she’s gonna change her focus to
The late night theft that left a finger print in her stolen womb
See, baby girl has a secret and doesn’t know how to tell anyone
Even though the girl on the inside wants to go out and tell everyone
Now, one night this dime went to a party and met victor
Victor bullshitted her just to kill the time that he spent with her
Turn the page and now she’s in the bathroom with him
Manipulated by the promise that he didn’t have it in him
To hit it on the first night and never talk to her again
He even fucks around and says they better stop before it’s in
-
-Before she can think twice-
-
Right here, right now he stands inside of her clear bubble
Her heart hears trouble but his lies echo in her ear tunnels
What’s beyond door #1 lies an unexpected second door
He sticks his hand out and presses forward and says let’s explore
He kicks down her door and her soul becomes soft spoken
Once he’s in he never stops because he knows her locks broken
No chastity thanks to the inebriated logic and euphoric mistakes
Bathroom full of so much substance you could snort it and faint
He puts it so far inside her white cream begins to orbit her taint
Hit the cervix and proceeded to color her portrait with paint
She looks up and see’s he’s not even looking at her
This awkward feeling that she can’t seem to put him after
-
-Interlock pelvic components-
-
He’s just to cute and to in control of the moment
And she thinks she’ll blow it if she glows in atonement
But he blows it and she knows it, so now what
She looks at him and says, “wanna go out” but
He interrupts her and says he doesn’t want to settle down
And at that very moment the blow to the head took her off level ground
He cleans off and pulls up his pants only to grab his beer and leave
She had him here and now she’s standing here in need
-Damn it’s weird to be-
Alone, getting dressed, stepping out into the atmosphere to breath
Lighting a cigarette as her mascara becomes lavish smears that bleed
From her pouring eyes to the wooden back porch
From the mistakes in the past to the future she couldn’t fast forward
Living life day to day not knowing what she keeps looking back for
If he showed up right now she either would of took him back or
Push him back towards the looking glass and put his ass through wooden back door
-
-A bittersweet wish she shouldn’t ask for-
-
No brothers, no sisters, no cousins or father figures
No lovers, no misters, just a mother who bought her liquor
Brought home men that would slap her, call her bitch or
Laugh at her for going to local biker bars and bringing her daughter with her
-
She’s lying in bed now, holding her head down
Looking down at her underwear wondering why she bled brown
What’s wrong? She goes to sleep cold but wakes up hot
The four walls have her feeling like she’s stuck in a taped up box
Closter phobic to the questions that have no answers
Softer moments turn into impressions that stand no chance for
Today’s actions when she has no idea what is going to happen tomorrow
Then all a sudden her future appears and she sees herself packing a car load
On no! Her spine felt like it was hit by a wave from the avian shores
After she crashed her car with a bumper sticker that says baby on board
She quietly prays to the lucky coin she pulls out of her make up drawer
Then takes a cold walk to the drug store, no need to wait up for
An answer she can already feel growing in her stomach
If she’s right she’s not sure how she’s gonna start showing it in public
Knowing they’ll rub it in her face like an omen in the summit
Pull her apart so her angel wings remain broken and she plummets
-
Standing in the grocery isle where some of the memories crept
Reaching out and pulling down an $20 pregnancy test
The tears almost flow over but she just doesn’t have the energy left
To keep gloating over way her and this boy’s chemistry meshed
Walking towards the cashier she thinks about how mad her mom gets
And what she would say if she saw her walking in with a first response kit
As the cashier gives her a dirty look, baby girl begins to feel ill
The sudden judgment made her soul crush and her body turn real still
She takes the bag and the receipt, only to run out the door and back home
To the place where she felt like a white purl in a valley of black stones
-
Sitting on the toilet, hiding her head in her hands
Dreaming of one day climbing in bed with her man
Because a negative answer came from a positive result
Killed the confidence and filled the incompetence with pulp
Still the awkwardness builds the awfulness under a black moon
A seed is growing and she’ll soon watch the garden patch bloom
Thinking, is everyone gonna be mad at you? Yes
So it’s probably time to look in the mirror and have an attitude check
Count your stripes and be glad no one has laughed at you yet
Cuz mother earth is gonna give birth and watch the latitude stretch
Create another planet to shine between this earth and sun
And still be baby girl even though she’s about to give birth to one
The daddy is gone, and she knows she don’t wanna live like that
Wondering how he could run from the kid like that
Requite, is like hitting an apple on someone’s forehead with a knife
She’s missing this asshole wishing he’d show up at her door step in the night
And apologize for letting temperatures flare into immature choices
Then let his voice mesh with her and let the rest just blur into insecure voices
On this night, her heart is shooting through the sky but no one’s making a wish
Drowning in the denial river, tears are still grazing her lips
Thinking she is to young to make it through and make it big
It’s hopeless, out of focus, to her there is no way to save this kid
pt 1. (to be cont'd)