Late teens.
beautiful.
Eyes full of chemicals.
“You remind me of my Mother” she said
when we first met.
She hates her Mother.
Years of using and selling crack.
Court cases pending.
Getting respect was the challenge.
No communication otherwise.
Not counter punching with her
when the ‘put downs’ came my way.
Seeing through the smoke screen
of nasty person-ness which is;
‘I am not able to be loved - so don’t try'.
Obnoxious
but that is
Behaviour.
Not easy to love.
Life of rejection.
Once, only once, has she asked my opinion.
No opinions offered otherwise,
she is on the run from many impositions in her past.
It is slow
to love
love is the way
not the timeframe.
I will journey with her
and love for her
into the New Year.
Pip Wilson
30.12.2005
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