Rammed

I used to be so pretty, I was his pride, his friend's envy,

I remember the day he came to see me;

He couldn't take his eyes off me,

He let out a low whistle and walked towards  me, a spring in his step, a shine in his eyes

I used to be so pretty, I was his pride, his friends' envy,

He used to look at me so admiringly every morning as he softly grazed his fingers on me,

I obeyed all his commands dutifully, never did I act on  my own accord.

Why would he do this to me then?

 I am all beaten up and burnt. I used to be so pretty, I was his pride, his friends' envy

That fateful night, as he came near me  I could smell the alcohol and smoke on his Armani.

He touched me with his shaky hands, I lay there paralyzed.

He even swore at me in his polished accent,

I was punched and scratched at with the Rolexxed hand and the Guccied kicks were thrown in for added effect. I used to be so pretty, I was his pride, but not that night

He was unstoppable laughing boisterously he handled me rough

 I could see my end nearing, my vision soon blurred, all of me was giving away.

Just about to lose consciousness all I could focus on was the two year old, innocent as he was why was he dragged into this?

My master kicked me hard but I was beyond it all.

It was all over with a scream and crash.

I used to be so pretty, I was his pride, his friends' envy....

- an account of that fateful night by the Rammed up SUV of a drunk affluent man