And night after night, it went on, never wavering, his mind had no mercy
Not for his little daughter, his little girl, who hid behind closed doors in fear
Yet doors weren’t enough to protect her from his vicious blows
She was different; she knew that, she understood her father’s anger
After all, it was a son he had always wanted, momma had told her so
She came as a shock to him, and when she was born, not a glance was cast in her way
Her father wouldn’t talk to her for weeks and weeks, just brush past her
Her mother, a quiet soul she was, a dutiful mother; she never said anything against him
And after a while, she accepted it and thought her husband was right, no doubt,
After all, it was her fault that she had given birth to a dumb girl whose speech was slurred
With small tiny eyes and a little small figure with ears that stuck out
And so every night, the little girl was ignored and left out, just shut in her room
She never made friends and her life was bitter and filled with sorrow
Then one day, out of the blue, her father stormed into her room-
Her room, her only fantasy land, her only sanctuary, only protection-
And he stopped and stared at her, long and hard until she looked away from his stare
Just a little girl she was, but she had become a woman before her time
Her blue eyes glistened with tears, and her body shook with her sobs
This, her father noticed, and he smiled, a slow smile, curling at the edges
He walked towards her and pushed her hard up against the wall, hard,
He hit her, once, twice, and thrice; until she was bleeding and then he left her there
Sprawled on the floor, helplessly, she was too weak to get up, too weak to protest
She heard the key turn in the lock, knew that her nightmare was over
He wouldn’t come back; maybe next morning, but not now, not tonight
So the little girl got up slowly and staggered to the bathroom, to wash her blood
She was just ten years old, yet, tormented so hard, no one understood
Not even her mother realized that the girl would die soon if he was to carry on
Yet this little girl knew, and she didn’t care, she was already emotionally dead anyway
And after one more beating, one more scream, and one more turning of the lock,
She would be up in heaven with angels and stuffed toys and lovely flowers
She couldn’t wait for tomorrow…
Author notes
Why do people hurt their own children? 
It is so sad that so many little children in the world are suffering everyday because of their parents. I hope this poem touched your heart. I had a hard time writing this actually; it is really heartbreaking to know that there are children in the world deprived of love, concern and care.
Written August 19th, 2006
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300 points, ended July 12, 2007, 19 entries
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wow! this is really a nice poem. Especially the last line.
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"So the little girl got up slowly and staggered to the bathroom, to wash her blood
She was just ten years old, yet, tormented so hard, no one understood"
Sad, very sad.
Thank you for entering and to best of luck to you!
Lullaby.x.
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so, so sad. You wrote it very well as a story that really gets your attention. There was some places where i just didn't want to keep reading, because images appeared in my mind as I read it.
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so, so sad. You wrote it very well as a story that really gets your attention. There was some places where i just didn't want to keep reading, because images appeared in my mind as I read it.
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I liked this one. I think it would have been a little more impactful if the abuse and the death wish had been expanded but wonderful none the less
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Mira -
Thank you! Glad you loved this piece!
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poetess99 -
Thank you for your wonderful comment...glad you liked it!
Love,
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Wow, that IS creepy, I have to admit! Anyways, maybe the part where they say that great minds think alike is true! lol!
Anyways, I am glad you liked this piece!
Love,
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What's scary is I wrote one like this with the same intention behind it, and it was called "Broken" as well, oh wow, I even have the "one, twice, thrice" in there too... creepy.
This is so sad but you can understand why she would just want it to end. Well done.
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waw this great i liked the way how you wrote your emmotions down keep on your great
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Such a truly horrific thing for a small child to face.... I could not imagine ever letting my children be hurt by anyone, no matter who it was - certainly not their father! Your words are deeply compassionate for the girl - awareness is the first step. Great write!
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