That little girl,
alone in the world.
That little girl,
not one person to call a friend.
That little girl,
huddled in the corner,
trying to avoid daddies rage.
That little girl,
bruised and battered, welps on her backside.
That little girl,
she was lead away the other day,
to a squad car.
That little girl
she was me.
Author notes
My mother and father were both like this. I was always beten and used as a punching bag. But now that I have a better "home" and great friends, I'm doin sooooo much better:-)
A contest entry
- April is Abuse Awerness Month by FallenFromGrace1102.
340 points, ended May 2, 72 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - All for All (im taking all poems and no rules =) )) by Erozay.
550 points, ended May 9, 39 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
This event that you just read, reader, is a true part of my past. But don't be sad: my future now looks bright.
Comments
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life is such a learning and a place where you should be able to care and love one another,seems your on the right path to learning how to be a better poet,good luck
Lin
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WOWOWOWOWOWOWO!
IM IN AWE.... THE PAIN!!!!!!! SO REAL AND DEVASTATING! GREAT WRITE!
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WOW DOUBLE WOW
AWWWW OMG i love it and i know how you feel you are an amazing writer and keep going i have missed you love you lots also i am unable to get on AP in the summer so i will contact you As soon as i can lots of love!!
angela
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i wanna cry now its depressing and veryveryvery sad i like it alot
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great write so strong i loved it keep up the beautiful work i wsh you the best of luck in my contest and am so greatful for the add.
*~*bee*~*
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