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She never deserved to be hit
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She never deserved to be hit |
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madelyn Member
since 2009-09-03
Posts 172Purgatory |
A seven year old girl Bright as can be Got all A's Never harmed a soul Helped everybody out No matter how big or small When she went home Her mummy would be preparing dinner She would finish all her home work She would eat dinner With her mummy and her daddy Being polite Being perfect But then That night came Daddy came home Smelling like perfume But not of mummies After she was put to bed She got up and hid To listen to mummy and daddy Mummy said Sweetie, that’s you sixth beer tonight And daddy replied Rack off Mummy Polite as can be Asked about Another woman Daddy smashed The beer down Making it shatter into a million pieces She gasped Daddy never broke anything Mummy screamed Daddy yelled Daddy hit mummy Right in the eye Mummy fell Daddy yelled Get out of my house you money snatching leech Mummy stood up Mummies eye was big She was crying Mummy whispered You harm my baby And I will make you pay Daddy shouted You coward As if you ever cared about her As if you would come back And mummy didn’t Mummy walked out Daddy ran up the stairs She called out Daddy? He spun around And picked me up Oh sweetie You saw? She nodded And started crying Why did you hit mummy? He looked her in the eyes And said It was her on fault Now A thirteen year old girl Dull as can be Got all D's Always started fights Beat everybody up No matter how big or small When she got home Her daddy would be at his second job She would go to a friend’s house She always had A cut here A bruise there She wore Long sleeved shirts Long baggy pants And bottles and bottles and tubes and tubes of makeup Every night A new cut A new bruise A new reason to die She would scream For help For anything She kept asking herself Is there no justice Is there no lord? She would ask herself What have I done to deserve this? She always went to bed thinking O’ why O’ why She slept during school Because at night She would lay awake Shaking One day The principal called her She pulled down her sleeves The principal said I want to know what’s been happening at home She said nothing The principal made her go to counselling She never said a word But ever night she would scream For help For anything She kept asking herself Is there no justice? Is there no lord? What did I do to deserve this? But then A friend was over Trying to make her study And succeeding Daddy was drunk He slapped her The friend squealed The friend ran out the door And called the police There is justice, She thought, There is a lord I never deserved this No not at all |
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XxForever.BrokenxX Senior Member
since 2008-01-20
Posts 891Neverland |
This is a phenomenal write. It has so much emotion packed into it, it's overwhelming. I really, really love this. My favorite part was : But every night she would scream For help For anything She kept asking herself Is there no justice? Is there no lord? What did I do to deserve this? Amazing, it made me cry. And just assuming that this was something you experienced, feel free to contact me at anytime if you need to.  -Emily {~~*~~} EmilyTheStrange {~~*~~} ...popsicle! |
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madelyn Member
since 2009-09-03
Posts 172Purgatory |
I have never been through this and I hope I never will. The way I see poetry though is that if you take a subject that you really are against or for or have been through and hold a single (or many) emotion(s)to and write from your heart it you will make a great poem |
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