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Mercedes' Misfortune
It was surely impossible, to see my undead child?
It couldn't be her right? My angel.... my Kennedy?
But it felt like her deep inside of my chest
Though I'd never gotten to really see my baby.
She looked exactly like a toddler version of me
From her bright wide eyes to her button nose.
And some hidden motherly instinct in me screamed
At the sight of my child's singed hair and clothes.
The girl, Chanel, scoffed at my assessment
Though my words seemed to be a bother...
And Christopher came to my sudden "defense" saying
"She's telling the truth.. and I'm her father."
The pain in her eyes was truly immense,
More so than her arms which began to blister.
She looked sick to her stomach and justly so
For she was Kennedy's aunt not her sister.
But more than that I was pissed by his audacity
And screamed at him to go to hell.
While all he did was snidely smirk at me
And told me kindly that I could fuck myself.
Chanel jumped in and said I had no right
And also I chose to give away Kennedy
I was shocked but stood up and screamed
"NO! They stole her away from me."
She looked as though she doubted my words
But my face held a fierce sort of determination.
She asked for the keys to let me out
Because she believed that deserved a better explanation.
Kennedy was now held by the old cop
While my stomach clenched and filled with doom.
But I let this teenager lead me away
So that we could talk privately in another room.
And I told her every sordid detail of the story
AS if I had held it in for much too long.
And her eyes filled with a sort of sympathy
For my twisted world and life gone wrong.
She reached out towards me slowly
And squeezed my hand nice and tight.
And though I knew she was lying
I let her assure me that everything would be alright.
We returned to the overly crowded jail room
And saw something that shocked her and me.
A happy and laughing Christopher Hawkins...
Was holding our crying little Kennedy.
Chanel snatched her away from him
And she looked like a ticking time bomb.
She turned with the child in her arms and said
"Kennedy I want you to meet your mom."
The girl wiggled into my arms solemnly
And studied me with her too adult eyes.
Then she screamed the word "Mommy!"
While I hugged her to silence her loud cries.
Christopher looked ready to smack us all,
Asking Chanel how she trusts me... a whore.
Her face took on a steely resolve and said
"Bettet than my brother whose raped her before."
He looked positively glued to the spot
And his skin was turning an unnatural shade of green.
I looked at this girl with a new found respect
Who had known she could be heartless and mean?
The other cops converged on him slowly
And he looked as though he couldn't breathe.
And as Kennedy, Chanel, Diamond, and I walked away
Both Hawkins men shouted I couldn't leave.
The cops waved signaling it was fine,
And i was more than happy to turn and go.
Diamond said her maiden name was McConnell
And I tried not to let my surprise show.
She asked me what was wrong with me...
ThIs lady. My father's personal haunt.
"The same Diamond McConnell.. I think
You are my father's sister.... my long lost aunt."
She looked as surprised as me and started to speak
But we were interrupted by Chris the prick.
And all off our eyes slowly widened real big
BEcause he had hefted and thrown a brick.
I saw that it was hurtling towards me
And I barely had time to think "Oh shit!"
But then I heard a sudden and piercing scream
Because I wasn't the one that it hit....
