As a little girl her mother beat her
Leaving bruises on her pale skin
But larger harm within
Still she had hope
As a child at the playground
Other kids ignored her
But she would never defer
Still she found ways to cope
As a teen alone on the street
Often selling her body
The pay very shoddy
Still she did not elope
Until she met him
As a young woman so in love
Her scars gave her strength
To go the whole length
With him.
A contest entry
- Dancing With the Scars by Kathryn Bowden.
600 points, ended June 25, 2008, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Love it
I love through the poem the character grows. She has these hardships but she grows into a greater person from it.
Very good write.
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very intriguing. this tells such a story and yet at the same time leaves the reader begging for more, more details, more depth, just plain more! wonderful write in it's simplicity and heart. Thanks for taking time to enter.
Kathryn
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