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The plight of abused children |
| I was so happy with my daddy but he died when I was three, when my naughty mother left me to marriy another guy, one who never liked me? Now I’m so scared when he comes up to me as I hide under the bed the cupboards are bare so I close my eyes. I tried calling the fairies but they don’t hear me now what must I do? say my prayers pretend I’m sleeping. Two years later now he that abused me is no longer free, he is in jail my mother has fled, I am left to be an orphan, a little girl in my dreams with visions to see - I told my teacher, now I am free to live not afraid to be me. 25 - Lines of words. |