Plain Jane/Badass Jane-Merging

Final poem in the Plain Jane/Badass Jane series. I hope that you have enjoyed reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them. Links to the previous poems in order are:

Plain Jane-Pretty Colors

Badass Jane-Pretty Colors 2

Plain Jane-Return to Cell

Badasss Jane-I am Fire

Plain Jane-Conscious

Badass Jane-Vigilant

Plain Jane-Little Girl Lost

Badass Jane-Avenging Angel

Plain Jane-Broken Down

Badass Jane-I tried to Protect (I Failed)

Pain.

Rolling over me

only thing that I can focus on.

I bring my hand up

covered in blood

realizing what she has done.

Finally.

I lay back

badass to the end.

So tired am I…

is she….

are we.

Voices screaming

calling for help

slowly….

I begin to fade.

Silver tears falling…..

I feel the arms of Jane wrap around

pulling her close

we are soon to be gone.

Panting

gasps of final air

body trembles

cold

so very cold.

I stare above

Jane and me

tainted little girl

broken at the knee.

My last breath eases out

my pain at last

laid to rest.

There are tales to tell

lessons to be learned

but no ears to hear.

Sadly

no one will ever know the truth

of Plain & Badass Jane.

Sept. 7/18

Credit for picture was given in a previous post which I am now unable to find. I will continue to look for it and when I do will post the information.

Badass Jane-I tried to protect (I failed)

***Story Poem. Previous Links to poems in order of story.

Plain Jane-Pretty Colors

Badass Jane-Pretty Colors 2

Plain Jane-Return to Cell

Badass Jane-I am Fire

Plain Jane-Conscious

Badass Jane-Vigilant

Plain Jane-Little Girl Lost

Badass Jane-Avenging Angel

Plain Jane-Broken Down

Raising my weary head.

Wary

beaten

there is no way that I can go on.

I have failed

unable to protect

myself

or Plain Jane.

Would they have listened?

Would they have heard?

The tale of a small child

brutalized

beaten

raped

taken in turn

by those animalistic men.

I am sorry that I failed

Jane dear

tears seeping

dripping from my chin

lips quivering

I cannot go on.

We stand for the Judge’s entrance

I see my chance to go

I leap across

grab the gun

turn to face the crowd.

I knew what was going to happen

I knew it is going to hurt

but I am tired

I need to lay down my head.

Raising the gun

I point at the men

all of whom had drawn.

When shouts were ignored

I am peppered with shots

as I dropped to the floor.

Sept. 7/18

Photo by Alexander Krivitskiy on Unsplash

***This is 2nd to last poem in this series. Please read previous posts to fully experience this point of view. 🙂