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One
Katie’s dad walks in fuming from his long day at work.
She hurriedly walk to her room,
Locks the door,
Anticipating what may happen.
He begins banging on her door.
He unlocks it and begins screaming
At the top of his lungs.
His face is beat red,
His veins popping,
His eyebrows furrowed.
He grabs her by the wrist and
Throws her to the floor.
Just as she anticipated.

Two
Morgan lays in her bed
But is woken from the strange noise.
She lays their motionless.
She is only six and cannot grasp
What is happening in the room next door.
Yet she is scared.
She knows something is not right.
All she can do it place her pillow
Over the her head and attempt to fall back asleep
Three
Katie’s teacher begins to ask questions.
Katie’s arms are spotted in blue and purple
And she has indentions on her wrist
From the night before.
Her teacher knows.
She has no one to tell
She knows if she does the incidents
Will mearily get worse.
All she can do is pray.
Pray and hope everything turns out alright.

Everyone is stuck and doesn’t know what to do
But everyone has a problem
Everyone is going through something.
No one has a perfect life.
We must all simply make the best
Of what we can
And forget the rest.
We must be kinder to others than necessary,
For everyone is fighting some sort of battle.



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