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The Little Girl
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Old Poems Just imagine that you are the mother of this little child
Close your eyes and imagine this little girl
The desire of this evil nature cost a dear little girl her future
She was raped, her womb destroyed while they took it right out of her
Flesh being ripped apart like a womans heart
The flesh torn like a sudden storm
Her world falling like 2 planes crashing into a building
The hounding sounds of bare skin ripping
The heart and soul of a destroyed child
This angel was raised with broken wings
She was left in her own sorrow, not able to fly
You could catch her in her room, singing to When Doves Cry
The mind of a suicidal child became devastating
News headlines read, "girl hanging from her bedroom ceiling".
Wow and ouch, very deeply touching and emotional. I'd say great job, but it does not feel right, we should not have to write on these subjects. You took a tough subject though and did write a great poem with it. Thanks ~Rae