A Broken Child

Mama, where are you going?

Where are your tears flowing?

Mama, I'm scared.

Why do you let this man do these things to you?

Mama, I'm just a child.

My porcelain skin is stained black and blue.

Mama, I don't like this man.

I ain't a fan.

Mama, please protect me.

I am just a child.

But so are you... 

Mama, I'm just a child.

YOWO.

 

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