About A Friend
She throws herself back into her past
Her bruises show that people don't change,
Her head is bruised from the stairs
Her daddy killed her baby
Her period, a month late
He kicked her stomach to the point
of an unexpected period: heavy and disturbing, bleeding,
Her daddy killed her baby
She fought back - she made him bleed
but her body is still bruised
Her emotions are still broken
Her daddy killed her baby
Why did she go back?
How could her foster parents let her?
She has no answers
Her daddy killed her baby
He used to rape her everyday
until she was 15
Yet she went back
Her daddy killed her baby
Her daddy killed her baby
Her daddy killed her baby
2 comments:
Happy, happy, happy.
Hey. I dare you to write a happy poem. Or at least one in which some enlightment happens. And don't tell me that's what's wrong with society or whatever; it's just an exercise.
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