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She was born on accident


On another drunken night that went wrong.


She brushes back her long hair


And sits in complete, tormenting silence.





Shouts tear into the quiet;


From the downstairs kitchen, her parents fight.


Itching at her purple arms


She cries out in pain from the deep bruises.





She unties her worn out shoes;


They've grown too small for her growing body.


She fixes her old, red shirt


That's been punctured by broken beer bottels.





Scratching at cigarette burns,


She climbs down the wooden stairs dressed in mold.


Tugging at her father's pants,


She begs him to stop yelling at her mother.





His hand smacks across her face


And she begins to sob from the sight of blood.


She quickly runs back upstairs,


And sits accostomed to crying herself sick.





She was born on accident


On another drunken night that went wrong.


She brushes back her long hair


And cries herself to sleep on this average day.

Do you like this sad poem?
This poem cuts into every pore of my soul. For sadly, this is all too real for many children. You write well!
Reply:It is very sad.
Reply:Strange, that everyone needs a license to get married but anyone can have a child. Insane people like the one you describe should never be permitted to bring a child into the world to be abused and destroyed.
Reply:wow
Reply:i have heard that before...it is very good but the mental picture is almost too much to take.
Reply:Very, very moving. I don't think anybody could deny that it's great.
Reply:Well, it's so very real for some children. It's so very sad. You capture it well.
Reply:Good Job! Even though it's very sad. Keep doing your thing. Don't let anyone stop you from doing it.
Reply:wow i don't understand it because i am too young but i do know that there are people out there and i am aware but you have a tlent if you wrote this!
Reply:very sad.... unfortunately.... this is reality and things like this actually happen...... so very sad though :/





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