October 19, 2011
By Moonwatcher BRONZE, Nuevo, California
Moonwatcher BRONZE, Nuevo, California
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She knew she was alone in the world
Apparently they can smell fear
And she was covered in it

She remembers
Feeling the heat
And the throbbing

Watching her skin
Swell up
And darken

She felt the chill of a tear
Running down
Her dark blue cheek

She heard the ripping of her clothes
As they pulled
And scratched at her shirt

She felt the sharp blade
Of a pocket knife
Slicing through her skin

She saw the red liquid
Running down
Her stomach and ankle

I heard the rawness
Of her brutal
Cry for help

The author's comments:
I wrote this poem because sadly girls do get abused in our present world. it is so easy how we all forget just how lucky we are because some girls have to go through the pain of others and they are to afraid to tell anyone but if you are getting abused you need to contact someone because there are people that can help weather it is a trust worthy friend or a teacher or the police someone can and will help you out of your dangerous situation.:) You are not alone.

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Lexie96 GOLD said...
on Oct. 23 2011 at 11:33 am
Lexie96 GOLD, Havana, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
Now Cinderella don't you go to sleep, it's such a bitter form of refuge, oh don't you know the kingdom's under siege, and everbody needs you. - The Killers

I do like it, but it's very dark... one of the reasons that I like it :) You are right, though, there are way too many people getting abused in today's society and not nearly enough is being done to stop it. Your poem is very heartfelt, and if you could spare the time to check out mine I would be ecstatic.


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