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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.

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