Angela: A Woman Lost

Hey, where is Angela?
The brown eyes
The red lipstick
The slicked back hair
And a smile without a care
Did I bring her here today?
Do any of y’all see her or hear her in my voice?
Please…let me know where Angela is

Let me know because I think a man took her and ran off with her
The Angela I use to know would look every soul in the eye
She would touch every hand
And then every heart
But her touch was used as a valueless thing
There was one hand that she touched that caused her to linger
It was the hand of a model citizen
He had a great career
He had children
He donated money to charities
He volunteered his time to rebuild homes
She was charmed
A coy creature in his presence that loaned him a blush and giggle
He spoke and she blushed and giggled
And nodded in admiration to each word that flowed from his mouth
He had her right where he wanted her
The badge of a model citizen
Oh he had her!
He welcomed her into his home
And took that badge off
She was a victim of his spell
And begged for his mercy every second
Seconds turned into minutes and minutes into hours
The torture and humiliation of her touch
When it was all over
He placed the badge back on his shirt
And sent Angela on her way
Or did she stay?
I got her clothes
The clothes of the evening
I wash them every day in hopes of seeing Angela again
I scrub off the dirt, the cheap cologne and stains
And yet they still remain
d*mn! I told Angela not to touch him
Am I blaming myself?
He’s gone off with her!
When I look in the mirror there is no reflection
When I look at people, I avoid their eyes
When I touch I can no longer feel
I am broken and without a heart to heal
I am not Angela
But a remnant of a kidnapper
As long as Angela is missing
Her-story will always be His-story

by foxyfianna

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