in memoriam

eviscerated with a
her mothers and aunts
lay dying in some nameless
she had no place
to call home
no JC Penney or Sears
for shiny little baubles
no people to call
her own, no people
in the gluttony of power
they took sharp sticks
and drew a future
it was fifteen,
lipstick and 5 inch high heels
split wide open
the baby machine