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Little Girl Lost
I walked in and ordered something to eat,
There she was with silver high heels on her feet.
She was sitting with a much,much older man,
Was he a relative or just a young girls fan.
She was 11 or maybe even younger,
In his eyes I could see his hunger.
He treated her to one kids happy meal,
Waiting for her innocence to steal.
She was making all the grown up moves,
He the devil complete with hooves.
He sat and made idle small talk,
When is was finished would he make her walk.
She was dressed just like some lady of the night,
To his eyes she was a real sexy sight.
I see this and my heart will bleed,
Thinking of words she would never heed.
She has no clue what is ahead,
This would be something she will dread.
She might become old before her time,
Why do men commit this sort of crime?
When something happens to her and it will,
Would he get off with some sort of deal?
To him she is just something to use,
If her family knew they would blow a fuse.
Will he take that much-dreaded fall?
Would he get a smooth lawyer with his one call?
Just wonder at night how he sleeps?
When at her funeral her family weeps.
She was just a little girl lost,
They had no idea what this would cost.
They wish of this they had known,
To her more love they would have shown.
You wrote on very serious issue that goes on everyday in this world. It's a sad fact that everyday an innocence is lost and a life. Anyway, you wrote this well, its good when people speak the truth, it gives you a relaity check, thanks for sharing!
Great poem...
Powerful images....and heartbreaking. I've seen young girls like that....and knowing they're much much too young to be dressed that way. It makes me so sad for them.
Graphic, unsettling depiction of your daydream. You made me visualize it clearly. Gee, I hope all your daydreams are not as depressing, and that some of them turn out positive. The notion of older men going into Mcdonalds to chat up underage kids sounds grotesque and rather hard to believe, but I guess evil can come in any form.
My Secret River
it gave thought "what would I do if I witnessed this" ignore it as none of my business or join them for idle chat. It is such a sensitive subject till you find yourself reading something the next day that you could have avoided. Very well written Rene, will call back soon.
it gave thought "what would I do if I witnessed this" ignore it as none of my business or join them for idle chat. It is such a sensitive subject till you find yourself reading something the next day that you could have avoided. Very well written Rene, will call back soon.
I think this is beautifully written. I dont have much time on my hands but I'm very glad this poem was brought to my attention. Its quite a dangerous insight into how ignorant society can be to this sortof thing and how sick these people are :( To be honest I dont think walking into macdonalds is going to be the same again... Keep writing plz! Graham
of course this one moves me to speak...it saddens me to think that the statistics for this crime have only increased...it is so hard for me to believe that so many mothers have failed to raise sons with honor
A heart wrenching poem due to the tragic truth you speak of. Too many children experience these types of situations and more people need to be willing to take a stand against it. This is the first poem I have read of yours and I am awestruck by the intensity you express; I look forward to reading more. Thanks!
Renee' For some odd reason, when I went to read your new poem, I came across this poem of yours, Little Girl Lost that I hadn't read before. I stopped, couldn't help but to read it. Now I am sitting here in my own thoughts about the little girl inside of me that was lost at the hands of my uncle when I was just seven years old. What a profound piece of poetry, what an observation on your part to see his lust for her. I remember wondering when I was little how it was that no one in six years saw the lust in my uncles eyes for me. Finally, of course my hell came to an end when a member of the family did discover that I had been abused everyday for six years. Sadness fills me, and I will never understand why or how a little girl could be sexually appealing to a man. Thank you for your beautiful, tragic, and insightful poem.
I really enjoyed this poem, it was sad though, really touched me. You have a lot of talent Renee; , keep it up : )
This is sad, but good poem. You have a way with words. Keep it up.
Hi Renee What a very touching poem and no truer words written. It really makes you wonder what makes people like this who use and abuse small children minds tick. My heart aches for all those children out there. You have such a talent with your words. You are able to look at any situation and write it down. Well done...keep up the good work! Roz Pleasant sunshine for today :)
What excellent observations put to words, and highlighting the dangers and horrors of modern urban life (McDonalds & dirty old men!). Your writings inspire me. ;+)
I can't imagine what he will do to the little girl. But great poem!
This is a very insightful piece. It is so obvious, you yourself are a very sensitive & insightful person. This is an incredible subject for poetry & so real. Amy
You never know... but, what can you do?