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 my poem about child abuse
she sits there alone, broken, and lost
wandering how much buying a new family would cost

everyday looking out the window thinking about how someone out there might love her
if only she knew how to get the chance to know where they were

the fighting, the screaming, hitting and beating
going to sleep means the blankets will be bleeding

eyes full of sorrow, fear, brokenness and loneliness
needing to know what love is, not even knowing how good is a caring kiss

her escape is school, where everyone pokes fun
alone on the playground, daydreaming about going on a never-ending run

you see her and know her secret, just one call away
wanting to know why you cant be her hero, praying to God about that day

not able to write down how she feels, afraid it would get her in trouble
cant tell anyone, or else her rips would become rubble

wishing she could be a grown up so she can leave it all behind
someone to love her and take care of her is what she wishes she could find

then mind thinking, what if i was never born, when will i get my turn to die
asking to become an angel, how amazing it would be able to get away, just take off and fly

going through life just a face and never a name
looking at her, when she smiles her eyes show pain

such a mystery, so distant and shy
what words to say, you want to ask her why

but having a wall up, painted on face
only her ring figure knows, only person to see elegant lace

he thinks she is different from all others, he is the one person to know who she really is
he knows she is his, the only person who will get that one true kiss



**this is an original by me, please dont copy it.

-some of this is my story. although i did not get sexually abused, i wanted to include that because i think it is very important to place children away from it. i had a friend who was and she opened up this part of her life to me. i think Angels should not be treated like this. God is nice enough to share his angels with us, and being a child is magical.

the end part is about my husband if you didnt notice ;)
i hope you enjoyed the poem, and leave a comment if u want. even constructive criticism is welcome:) thank you, take care

    Posted by shadow_gurly on 2008-10-07 20:57:57 | Rating: | Views: 79
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oh sorry and i wasnt physically beat up. i have my own story. if u would like to talk just IM or e-mail me!
Posted by  shadow_gurly  on 2008-10-07 20:59:46 
  
nice poem (but sad too ) ..... keep going :)
Posted by  anollipian  on 2008-10-07 21:02:47 
  
thank you
Posted by  shadow_gurly  on 2008-10-07 21:06:17 
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