Sweetie, do you see that man?
He is icky, run, you can!
Do not lay there, do not stiff.
I am here, climb the cliff.
Get away, don't let him touch.
Hold my hand, child, you must clutch!
I'll sweep you before it is too late.
Angel, you are but the age of eight!
You have many years to live as a child.
I will not let him take them riled.
You shall not live in harm or fear.
I am your Guardian Angel. I am here.
Author notes
option one
sexual abuse
A contest entry
- Love, Hate, Everything Else You Can Create (Prewrites Allowed) by xxRainbowDawnxx.
450 points, ended January 30, 2008, 36 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - The Second Chance by BluesMan.
1400 points, ended February 19, 2008, 14 entries
Honorable mention
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Comments
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Some scars run deeper than others and the object of your poem cuts deepest of all! I still feel the pain of the same scars that achild is powerless to prevent. What a better world this would be, if we all had a guardian angle if only during our childhood.
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It's good to protect someone from something like this, especially if you have gone through it yourself. Nicely written and very emotive, glad you care enough, plenty are only out for themselves.
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this is..really good. i think there are alot of people out there who wish they had someone to tell them that.
great write. keep up the good work. and good luck in the contest!
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So,so poignant,if only we had the words as children to voice these thoughts,may you always be your own guardian angel and may the devil be left to other devices that don't involve anything at all to those being aged eight,Kudos for painting a picture without being overtly graphic,your voice was heard and understood , it made the reader ache and want to weep,you inspire me to write my own entry into this contest,all the very best to you dear poetess.
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