This is a story
About a little girl
Who lived in a drugged up, horrible world
Her mother drank
And her father hit
They didn't care about her
Not the slightest bit
She was locked in the basement
With used needles and rats
She sat in the corner
Cried over that
The poor thing had no light
Nor friends to play with
The closest thing to love her
Was her old stuffed rabbit, Stiff
Why was he called stiff, you say?
He didn't moved
Talk
Or run away
He just sat there
Peered into her eyes
He was the only thing to cuddle with at night
She would talk to him
And whisper in his ear
Tell him the stories that she used to hear
"My daddy sometimes hugged me, and my mommy really laughed!"
Her good memories were all set far in the past
Stiff never denied her
Never hurt her in any way
That's why she loved him
He would always stay
Her life was dreadful
Her health was bad
But stiff still loved her
It was so sad
One final day, her mother walked in.
She looked at her daughter
Saw her talking to him
She laughed in the little girl's face
Grabbed the poor rabbit
And took him away
The girl cried and cried but never gave up,
"You'll come for me stiff!" she said with a hiccup
The rabbit was thrown away
And the little girl grew sick
Soon she was all alone
And her father started (yet again) to hit
He ripped her off the cold floor
Laughed in her bruised face
"I found this in the trash today, you dirty little disgrace!"
He threw the rabbit at her
Then walked away
Leaving her in the dark
That final day
"Stiff, you came back!" she cried, hugging the rabbit
But her time was up
Her life had had it
She coughed and wheezed
And fell onto the hard floor
Her eyes became lifeless
She was breathing no more
Stiff just sat there
And watched her die
No one saw the tear escape his little eye
She died of a broken heart
The beatings and scolds
They cut deep and sharp
Her parents were too cold
Now she sits in heaven
Playing with fancy dolls
Her eyes are bright with happiness
Her dollhouses are big and tall
She still has stiff
And always will
Because he loved her
And he does, still
Author notes
In dedication to all those children out there who have been, or ever will be abused.
A contest entry
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Sad, very sad, but beautiful and touching.
Oh my God, that was so sad! It brought tears to my eyes.
However, you told this sad, sad story with such skill. The flow, the rhyme, rhythm, all of it. The imagery and metaphors you used really took this poem all the way home.
But still, the poem goes further than home; it goes all the way up to heaven in the end. The twist in this poem brings hope and light to this hopeless and helpless feeling evoked in the reader. Very well done. Thank you for entering.
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Her mother drank
And her father hit
They didn't care about her
Not the slightest bit
he died of a broken heart
The beatings and scolds
They cut deep and sharp
Her parents were too cold
Now she sits in heaven
Playing with fancy dolls
Her eyes are bright with happiness
Her doll houses are big and
wow I can relate to your words so much in this poem but I live to tell the tale as my mum beat me my step father abused me I to was locked away in a room until social services took me away but it carryed on for many years at weekends when I went home but I am now forty one and have 4 children of my own I can never forgive or forget but the past does not eqaul the future thank you for entering your poem in this contest and good luck in the contest
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A very touching story and truly sad because we all aren't so stupid as to believe such horrible things can't happen. THank you for entering.
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wow!!! that was amazing. i loved it. it made me cry a lil bit
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What an incredible write, I have the strangest feeling that I have read this before?
Nevertheless ... stunning, powerful, heartbreaking and raw.
♥
Thank you & Best of luck (ETH Contest)
Stay safe
~Manda
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Oh so sad and true for so many
This poem hits deep within the soul and speaks the truth for the children so abused tody .I ask where are the people who knows of these children and does nothing
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