Courage

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Crisp white paper
and thick black ink
a letter to her mother

The heavy smell
of her mother's fruity perfume
as she waltzes
into the social worker's room

Salty tears running down her face
she points out why
this is emotional abuse

Nervous and tired fingers picking
at the sides
of a padded school chair

A small voice
tired of being ignored
dying to be heard.






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