Shirley’s HART

Sometimes I’m on the 36
Sometimes on the 30
Riding in the afternoon
or early in the morning

sitting by myself or
bumping knees with someone surly
one day was on the 24
was sitting next to Shirley

Now Shirley’s hair was curly
and had greys as if she worried-
too much for one her age she moved in ways some say is squirrely

her fingernails were buried
lips and skin alike were thirsty-
for gatorade or powerade
or maybe water purely

could tell back in the days that
that Shirley surely was so pretty,
was captain on the cheering squad
and used to flaunt the pearlies

the girlies talked behind her back
cause she was dating Hurley
the heartthrob of the school
who introduced our girl to shermies

back then she was a virgin,
motivated, and determined
then one day she told hurley
that her stomach started hurting

he paid the slightest mind
he thought it wasn’t too concerning
that was until her tummy filled
and insides starting turning

the version hurley knew
no longer had the time for flirting
attention was diverted
evil things he’d soon encourage

thus arguments would flourish
and her bod became malnourished
could not support the life inside
so god would take it early

a decade later here we are
still blames herself for murder
but that’s how far this story goes
thats all I’ve wrote for Shirley

A Rebel Xplorer Hidden Challenge—Sarah’s HART

Using the poem above as a reference, create a portrait that illustrates Shirley.