Jacintha

Jacintha was her name.
Ja
Cin
Tha.

She lived in a little house
In the bad side of town
Where only drunks and
The piss poor lived.
That was how Daddy described it

Even though she lived there,
Jacintha was always dressed well
And smelled of Strawberry and Cream
Left out in the summer sun

Ja
Cin
Tha.

During the school breaks,
We would find her
Behind the counter
Of Joe's Cafe,
Taking orders from men
Twice, thrice her age.

During the school breaks
Jacintha would smell of
Burgers and fries, and
Apple pie. Joe only served
Apple pie with a generous
Dollop of cream to make up
For the lack of variety

In the summer time,
She only worked
The morning shifts.

In the afternoon,
Jacintha would go to the lake,
She would chuck her uniform
And in only her underwear,
She would dive into the lake

Ja
Cin
Tha.

Jacintha died
On a sunny summer day.
Her daddy was forcing himself
On her while in a drunken state.

He momma came upon the scene
And somewhere in the madness,
She shot her husband
And her daughter.

The neighbours found Jacintha
In her momma's arms as
The woman rocked back and forth,
Singing a lullaby.

Her sanity died with
Her only child, Jacintha.

They never charged her,
Instead they sent her to
The State Institution
Where she lives up to today,
Singing a lullaby.

Jacintha was her name.
Ja
Cin
Tha.

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