Little Girl

February 28, 2008
The experiences of her life don’t really seem to be that bright.
A little girl that always fights,
Because no one knew what happened at night.
In the dark so desolate and calm,
Maybe that’s why no one knew what was going on.
Silenced for life.
Tongue hurting from the bite.
Insecure about her own,
So unpleasant till she found her right.
Her mister, her man,
the one who held her hand,
Her shield, her lover, her friend.
No more fights.
No more secret nights.
That little girt will be all right.

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