January 19, 2012
By tlhelmkay12 BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
tlhelmkay12 BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
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A little girl, a fragile girl,
Hides beneath her rag-like clothes, that
Drape from her body.

A little girl, a hurt girl,
Afraid to go home each day, after school
This little girl bears the bruises
Indented into her fragile body.

Baby blue eyes cry for mercy,
Yet nobody comes to her beckoning
Her teacher wonders,
Yet she doesn’t ask.

This little girl hides behind a mask,
All alone the little girl forced to go home,
All alone.

Home to the monster that leaves bruises on her fragile body
All alone, in her bed,
A mattress that lies on the floor
She whimpers softly to herself, all alone, secretly wishing she was
Never born.

A little girl, now a strong little girl,
Heads to the Golden Gates above
A little girl, no longer alone,
She now stands hard as a brick wall
A little girl, a fragile girl,
Finally at peace.

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