Her eyes are shaded with pain…
She hopes that someday her fears will be slain.
A crash, a slap, a kick, a shove…
Is there really a God up above?
She holds back tears…
Death is what she fears.
She wants to cry out…
To scream, cry, or shout.
Her parents think of nothing but hate…
She is curious as to know what will be her fate.
Nobody believes her when she speaks…
They look at her as if she is a freak.
She wants a hug, a kiss, or even a smile…
She wants to be away from this trial.
Her small body winces…
Her mother twists her skin in pinches.
Her mother yells, “You ruined my life!”
Her father shouts, “You caused all of this strife!”
Her little nose begins to bleed…
Nobody is fulfilling her needs.
Her stomach aches in hunger…
She wonders how much longer.
She has a deep gash…
Her father made it with a forceful slash.
She dare not make a sound…
All she can do is frown.
Her small body hurts…
She is treated like dirt.
She stays awake at night…
She never lets danger out of her sight.
She is forced to be strong…
Her tired heart sings a mournful song.
She has never felt a young child’s glee…
Anger, hate, and abuse is what she is forced to see.
She was jerked from all she knew…
She is one of few…
You see this small little girl…
Her life was in a crazy whirl.
However, she is alive and well…
She is here so this story she could tell.
She hopes you will see…
That this little girl… was me.
~Marie J.~
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