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Angel Annonymous

All the kids in class are thrilled
Friday has finally come around
but tiny Angel Annonymous
is nowhere to be found

Hiding in the storage room
balled up in a corner, alone
‘cause she knows what’ll be waiting
as soon as she gets home

But why does she have to go
can’t she hide here and stay
‘cause mommie and daddie
will be drinking again today

She doesn’t like when they drink
cause they get really, really mad
they start yelling and fighting
and it makes her really sad

But she can’t stop it
she’s best to keep quiet
‘cause it’s happened before
and she was caught up in the riot

One broken arm
a few odd bruises
a bloody lip
but she didn’t choose it

Why was she here
in this broken home
she didn't ask for this
so where did she go wrong?

Author notes

This is actually not my best child abuse prevention piece, and if you want to know which one is, then you should check our my poem called Sweet Shadow Girl. You can only write so many poems on the topic. All of my poems of this subject are personal and come from actual experiences... so comment gently.

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  • Deindichter
    September 21

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    this poem reminds me of my up bringing a bit and struck very true for me. Wonderfully done and I'm glad we could become friends and I be introduced to your work. Very best of luck in the contest, hopefully the author of the contest can see what I do.

  • Coldwater
    September 5

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    Good take on the subject, I would think things can only be written about this kind of thing if the writer had the experience, for they know the real terrors of mistreatment. Well written.
    regards.

  • i am so sorry that this is written from personal experience. thank you for entering my contest and i wish you well in the judging process. viyanna rosemarie


  • pranj
    August 25

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    dear sis...
    this is a spontaneous reaction that came my mind...
    hearts turn to stone
    and then only tears mourn,
    when love shall have gone,
    god and souls will live alone...

    your words make me cry, they have souls...
    love you sis..
    -pranj