The Audacity of Hope (Part One)...

This is the story of a girl – the realest thing I’ve wrote.

18 years old and her name is Hope.

As a young child, they always knew that she would float.

Help people cope… be pain’s antidote.

Well, when she was nine, hate saw her light shine.

And, it came at her with all its powers combined.

Rape is the word, but you can’t name such a crime.

You can already design its effect on her mind.

She tried to move on and shake those skeletons,

Or, convince herself that nothing went wrong.

But, evils came back and pillaged Hope’s home.

Her name she still owned but her mind was all gone.

Men in her life had taught that her worth

Lied in her ability to do physical work.

No need for intelligence, the body comes first.

Continually submersed in waters so perverse.

She gets popularity giving away charity.

Students get a laugh. She’s the source of hilarity.

They believe they read her life with such clarity.

Truth is a rarity. There lies a disparity.

Between what they see and what she wants to be.

But, she doesn’t know how to get from A to B.

She prays for help, but change comes slowly.

She feels so lowly. What is her destiny?

Well, she’s 18 and this is her report.

Change was conceived, but she decided to abort.

Prolly from the sorts of people that resort.

To taking Hope and calling her Ho for short.

The Audacity…