Not bitter nor sweet

Sat, 08/01/2015 - 12:53 -- TurneyA

Little girl walking down the street

pretty-eyed, brown, and extremely sweet
 
Walking to her crazy home
Why was the little girl walking alone?
 
Behind her she hears a car coming
little girl never thought to start running
 
The car starts going faster and faster
She didn't see this as a disaster
 
She didn't expect this was the end
Pulling up next to her was her brother's friend
 
He said "hey little one, you need a ride?"
Don't be afraid just get inside
 
She said "its okay, I'm almost there."
Inside she was becoming scared
 
He stopped the car and hopped out
Very angry he begin to shout
 
"Why don't you just get in the car?
You said yourself it isn't far"
 
Little girl small and scared
Started to run as her mind dared
 
Before she knew she blacked out
Her mind still conscious, trying to shout
 
She's lying bleeding on the ground
Afraid to move and make a sound
 
Next day she's in the hospital bed
The doctor tell her mama she isn't dead
 
After those days when she needs help
She learns its best to help herself
 
Little girl not bitter but sweet
Turned out to have been raped and beat

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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