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Bars and Freedom
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Bars and Freedom |
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debbiemac Junior Member
since 1999-11-19
Posts 19Lodi, CA USA |
There are bars on the windows and bars on the door They told me I would have freedom no more. I told them about him beating me And the child that would never be. I told them how he hurt me that night And pushed me down the stairs then picked me up and drug me through the house by my hair. My neighbor made the call that night That sent the sirens and red lights But by the time they arrived He had already died Now he will hurt me no more. ------------------ Copyright 1999 Debbie McGranahan [This message has been edited by debbiemac (edited 11-21-1999).] |
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Systematic Decay Senior Member
since 1999-09-15
Posts 1301That place with padded walls and funny people in white......... |
Oh, this hits home with me, for different reasons....great expression here.... Welcome to Passions!  ------------------ Thinking is just what a great many people think they are doing when they are merely rearranging their predjudices. |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Luckily I can't relate to this, but it surely goes on, more than we would lke to believe. I enjoyed your poem Elizabeth |
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