I was sixteen, when I realized life wasn't fair. When I realized that God, is a neglectful parent sometimes, And the children are all too often, left to fend for themselves. I was sixteen when my boyfriend's best friend forced himself inside me and left a piece to grow. I was sixteen when I told him, barely four weeks later. I had nowhere else to run. I was sixteen when the punches fell like rain, on a tear stained face and a heaving chest. Bruises and welts, quickly forming. Then one final mightly blow. The sound of death. Bleeding and broken, a few more kicks for good luck. I never saw either of them again. I was sixteen when I buried my baby. You can kill someone even if they still breathe. That the soul can still leave, though everything else seems fine. I was sixteen when the world shifted, when his fist, lifted, became my greatest fear. I was sixteen. (c) 2002 by (++Laura++). All rights reserved.