Shouldn’t a five year old girl’s life consist of doll houses and tea parties?
Shouldn’t she be able to come home from preschool to watch cartoons or finger paint?
Have daddy dress up as the tooth fairy when her tooth falls out for the first time and be surprised?
And have mommy cradle her in her arms and sing her lullabies each night
so the bed bugs won’t bite?
Be able to sit around the kitchen table with her whole family, holding hands, and reciting some prayer?
Shouldn’t she be able to sleep at night with nothing but sweet dreams in her mind?
Shouldn’t she be able to wake up the next day with all the same?
With mommy and daddy there to start her day off again
To enjoy every second with security and happiness?
But wait, isn’t this one of those things that the world just wants us to see?
Is it really the reality?
Or is it just the little frame of life that only shows up in the commercials,
So it can overshadow what is really going on
Through all those fake smiles,
Those facades we see on big screen TVs
Lie itty bitty truths we are too blindfolded to see
Truths that can be as mere as city of lights being filled with nothing but darkness and frights
Why can’t we see the things that little Lucy has to see?
She can only scribble her dreams with wax crayons on a sheet that no one has any intention to see
Because daddy hasn’t come home since last night
And mommy is passed out in some corner,
Drowning under her bottles of booze
Why does Lucy have a scar of a scab that embraces itself down the side of her face?
She puts on a great big bandage in attempt to cover it just in case
Just in case daddy comes home the next day and swings a claw
No different from a mace
She is afraid
Afraid of all the blood that will pour down her cheek to replace the tears that she should’ve shed when she scraped her knee
All the pretty things she had seen on TV
Turn into fists full of debris
She can’t even tie her own shoes
Because the ties remind her of all the ones she doesn’t have with her family
Lucy is five years old
And she has to run to mommy and beg her to open her eyes
Lucy begs for her to open her eyes because she can’t find a light switch and it’s dark inside and out and she is terrorized
Tormented by the nightmare of what should’ve been of the boogeyman, but really, is no other man
But the one she is supposed to call dad
Too afraid to move
Lucy decides to lie next to her mommy and a wretched stench of hers which she cannot remove
So sweet you might think
For a little girl to find comfort by her mum’s side
But it’s only because she can’t seek security from anyone else
She has a mother so lifeless,
You could say she’s just a corpse
That was given the wrong name tag that was supposed to be for mom
This is the real kind of reality that deserves its entitlement
But sadly it gets shunned from society
By all means of no integrity
So one can perceive extrinsically
Doing more than just overshadowing
Overshadowing a life like little Lucy’s with a pair of barbies and everlasting candies
Some people will be left in dismay
You don’t see the interior of little Lucy’s two storey home
You don’t realize that the curtains hide more than just their possessions
You don’t hear the screams of terror that are bound behind the suffocating walls which they are forced to confine
Or feel the fear that dances around in a little one’s mind
Why do people need news of suicide or a passed out kid on the street to loosen the blindfold covering their eyes?
Why is it that some people change the station to accommodate themselves with a belief that it only happens sometimes
Why don’t people realize
That there’s not one
Not even three
But more than millions of little Lucys