The
Unspoken
She’s a baby, just 6
Not yet to be mature
TV playing, Boomerang of course
She’s tired, worn out, sleeping on the floor
She’s cold and scared, light sleeper you may say
It’s dark and unsettling
She’s touched, pulled
Pain in her body, she’s broken
She lets out a silent cry
Trying to sleep, she weeps
“It’s only a nightmare just pray”
She tries to think clearly, and listen to her papas’
voice in her head.
Mommy says, “GOD will put the bad guy away.”
It’s done. It’s
finally over.
Her favorite gown of silk like emerald
Stained with blood,
Lying in a tub, lights on.
She’s frightened. The gowns stored in a dresser
drawer
She lies in a tub
Cloaked in water as if it was her bed
Breathe!
She tells her parents
“Go back to bed it’s only a dream!”
She’s broken and ANGRY and ashamed.
NO TRUST
She’s 7 now
No party, No nothing… Games
A room shared by her and her brothers
She rests in her favorite pair of navy blue jogging
pants
Guests, Guys, Teens, People
She sleeps, its dark,
Cold and unsettling
She’s touched, but lightly
Her favorite pair of pants
Ripped, she’s frightened
“Get up”, whispers,
“Get
up!”
POP
She’s hit
Slap
She still sleep, she weeps
A silent cry…
The Unspoken
told
A friend of help
The sweetest soul
Kept her hidden whips
Her silent cry
Became a warm hug
A hope for better
And a life to love.
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