Ma. Rosetti Villamor




"I used to think it was...I don't know...cause I was mistreated, pissed off, poor me, blah, blah, blah...but... sometimes I think you just run away just so someone will come looking for you."
---
Holder, The Killing.

Little Jackie, look at you!
A three-year-old in '92
I hear they love and care for you
But why are you crying?

No one's home and food's all gone
I'm waiting for someone to come

Little Jackie, look at you!
A little girl doin' great in school
I hear you sing the "Pussycat" good
But why the bruises all over you?

I stood on the swing and swung and fell
But nobody saw which was just as well

Little Jackie, look at you!
A businessgirl in 2002
I hear she left for all of you
But why are you so thin?

The money I have I earned so hard
And I ain't wasting it on some bread and tarts

Little Jackie, look at you!
A quiet young girl in middle school
I hear the others think you're cool
So why are you inside your room?

They never ask me to come and play
I think they prefer me to go away...

Little Jackie, look at you!
A pretty girl with brains to boot
I hear you'll go to college soon
But why the booze and boys in lust?

I like the warmth, the taste of breath
Of lips, of skin, of tongue, of sweat

Little Jackie, look at you!
A once smart girl in NYU
I hear you wanna be a doctor too
But why the dozen Fs in school?

I want a break, I want to be happy
They're miles away and they can't stop me

Little Jackie, look at you!
A girl who'll never turn twenty-two
I hear that everyone is looking for you
So won't you come out wherever you are?

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Little Jackie? Please?

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