When I was seventeen, I had a friend
With sparkling eyes and a contagious smile
She had a fire for life and goals to achieve
Two men ripped away her aspirations
One in a bedroom she thought was safe
Another in the woods, laying her in the dirt.
Between the flashbacks and the comments
The side glances and the whispers
Her fire was extinguished
And she tried to keep it that way
A speeding car and a cement wall
Seemed like the perfect end
Until the helicopter pulled her out of the shell
And she woke up in a hospital bed
She woke up.
Each day she grew stronger
With her body and her spirit
They told her it was a miracle
That she would be able to walk again
That she lived
She lived to see January 20, 2017
Where the man from the bedroom
The man from the woods, with the dirt
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