Devin

The discovery of the compositions of a name

Devin

There was a girl named Devin,

When she was born her father looked at her and saw perfection,

So that is that he called her.

Every day he would come home and hold her in his arms just to marvel at her beauty.

She would fall asleep knowing that her father loved her so.

 

When she was four her father called her princess,

Because he thought of her as royalty,

So that is what he called her.

When they played,

She would be the princess, her father the prince and he would rescue her from the dog named dragon.

And at night when she woke in fear,

Yelling that the dragons would get her,

Her father would come in and hold her close,

And she would fall asleep knowing that she would always be safe.

 

When she was seven the neighborhood boys called her gross,

Because they thought she had cooties,

So that is what they called her.

When she wanted to play they would tell her no,

And she would run home with tears in her eyes.

When she got home to her father,

He would hold her and whisper in her ear,

Saying ‘boys will be boys, they just really like you’.

So she fell asleep easy that night,

Knowing that people thought she was beautiful,

 

When she was 10 the boys at school called her fat,

Because she had more curves than the other girls,

So that is what they called her.

She would go home each night,

Without a tear in her eye,

Because she knew they were just being boys.

When she got home her father wasn’t there,

So she went to the bathroom and held herself,

Squeezing and squishing, trying to look like the other girls.

And when it was time to go to bed that night,

She had to put a pillow over her ears,

To drown out the sounds of her father yelling.

 

When she was 13 her boyfriend called her beautiful,

Because he loved her curves,

So that is what he called her.

When she would come over to his house,

He would kiss her,

And she would kiss him back,

Because she wanted him to love her.

But when he tried to touch her she would yell no,

And the boy didn’t like that,

So he held her down and did it anyway.

Eventually she stopped fighting him off her,

For she saw her mom do this before,

And she thought this is how you love a man,

And when she finally got to bed that night,

She felt to empty to sleep,

Because something from her was missing,

And she didn’t give it away.

 

When she was 16 she called herself lonely,

Because she spent a lot of time by herself,

So that is what she called herself.

She didn’t do as well in school,

The boys didn’t come around anymore,

And the kids at school gave her sideways glances because they heard what she did last year.

And when she came home at night,

Her father was in another family,

she tucked her mother into bed

And put the bottle on the shelf.

And found her way to bed.

And she would sit there holding herself tight,

Hoping that she could keep herself together.

But she wouldn’t fall asleep at night,

Because the roaring dragons would be too loud

And no one was there to protect her.

 

When she was 19 they called her dead,

Because she was buried breathless, somewhere underground,

So that is what they called her.

Because one night she came home to an empty house,

And a loaded gun.

The yelling voices in her head were giving her a headache,

And all she wanted to do was make it stop.

She held the gun to her head,

And she went to sleep that night with the sound of a gunshot echoing through an empty name.

Reviews

[Beth Shade]

Beautiful. Sadly holding true to reality these days. It stands well worded, a sad but powerful story, a deep and darker meaning, and heart ache for an ending. I enjoyed it^^ brilliantly done.