It was like this you see.
One day she was just playing.
Having a great time with the kids
on the block.
Jumping rope.
Playing tag.
Laughing and giggling
like all little girls
should do.
A stranger came up to her then.
Said she had to go with him.
that her momma said it was alright.
Not knowing any better this precious
little girl did as she was told.
No, now don't just jump to conclusions
so fast.
This man wasn't a rapist,
a maniac,
or murderer.
No!
The little girl wasn't found dead
days later.
Now let me finish before you say...
I have heard this tale before.
Hours later after leaving with this man
the little girl found herself at this school.
It was a school for girls.
A school that taught much religion
and little else.
You see the little girl stayed there
for years and years.
No visitors came.
No holidays spent with mom or day.
Only teachers
drilling incessantly
this is right
this is wrong.
She was allowed no choices
she was allowed no boyfriends
she was allowed no hope of a normal life.
She felt trapped.
Author notes
artist trapped by manips-of-artist2. I do not want to be DQ Please do not read yet.
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A contest entry
- Pretty Picture Prompt # 25 by kiwigirljacks.
700 points, ended November 18, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I like the twist here, not the usual tale that's told. Very sad read, thanks for entering and good luck
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A very sad story! Over the word count, but I enjoyed the read.
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interesting take on the prompt. You really looked past the picture to find a deeper story. NIce take on the prompt
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thanks for commenting on my poem. I do appreciate you doing it very much!
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