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Alone she sat
under the tree
swinging on her swing.
Heart full of glee
look into her eyes
and you will never see
the destruction that encases her
leaving her trembling.
Oh, pretty sweet girl
swinging upon that swing
as her pink dress ruffles in the wind.
Bruises and cut marks
run over her slightly malnutrition body.
Smiling she drops a tear
she catches it before it can be seen.
Seven years old
forced onto her he hands and knees
always until she bled
"never again" she promised herself
another tear she would shed.
Her father is lost to her
forever he's gone.
alcohol induced step-father
as her mother sleepwalks past her so blindly.
Oh, little girl so gracious
you say you'll never let them know
but, what you will not say
I do know.
Lying, crying on the floor
as a hand is forcing you to the ground.
Rushing to you head
a whip slices against roughened skin.
The beer in the bottle
warm form the heat of the house
drenching your hair,
burning your eyes and opened infected cuts,
drowning you and happiness.
Mother walks in exhausted
blind to the horrified beauty that lays undulated.
A quivering sensation upon your lip.
Walks right past
looks right through,
because you already cleaned
covered his mess
so she, mother, cannot see
all of the hurt and beating.
Oh, little girl so young
having grown beyond her years.
Those beautiful big brown eyes
that lovely intoxicating laugh.
In the back of her house
as the birds do not sing
there she still sits
swinging upon her swing.