She hid in the closet under ***** piles of clothes
“Hide” whispers mom “until the bad men do go”
Innocence quiet; unknowing her fate
Hours pass by, the eve now grows late.
Three years on this planet
Addicted at birth; the wings of an angel
Doomed to a hell on this earth
Slowly the cover removed from her head
Weak and hungry she gazes, hopes and then dreads
The blue man speaks softly, aware of her fear
“Come out my dear child”, your savior is here.
Her heart races wildly “my mommy!” she screams
Guilt envelopes her innocence; ashamed of her deeds
“I be good, Mr.”, “get my mommy”, she pleads
Her small heart now broken; water pours from her eyes
A cub alone trembling; abandoned by her strong pride.
Blue man explains the only way he knows how
“Mommy is sick, and you can’t see her now”.
He hands her a bear, takes her for a long, ride
A new house she enters, from her “new mom” she hides.
Blue men and suit men; ladies in dresses
Ask questions too much; adding confusion and stresses.
Days turn into weeks, and weeks into years
Her age now is six; to rules she tries to adhere.
Strange people revolve, another house she plays in
A “new family” surrounds. Still she rebukes her own sins.
The system that “saved” her, the people who enslave her
Attempt to repair her; as they continually fight the thought of defeat:
They ask her the same thing again and again…
“What do you need for or wish for, my sweet?”
She answers the same as she did on that bad day,
“I wish blue man didn’t find me when I wiggled my feet”.
Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 3:31 PM UTC
She hid in the closet under ***** piles of clothes
“Hide” whispers mom “until the bad men do go”
Innocence quiet; unknowing her fate
Hours pass by, the eve now grows late.
Three years on this planet
Addicted at birth; the wings of an angel
Doomed to a hell on this earth
Slowly the cover removed from her head
Weak and hungry she gazes, hopes and then dreads
The blue man speaks softly, aware of her fear
“Come out my dear child”, your savior is here.
Her heart races wildly “my mommy!” she screams
Guilt envelopes her innocence; ashamed of her deeds
“I be good, Mr.”, “get my mommy”, she pleads
Her small heart now broken; water pours from her eyes
A cub alone trembling; abandoned by her strong pride.
Blue man explains the only way he knows how
“Mommy is sick, and you can’t see her now”.
He hands her a bear, takes her for a long, ride
A new house she enters, from her “new mom” she hides.
Blue men and suit men; ladies in dresses
Ask questions too much; adding confusion and stresses.
Days turn into weeks, and weeks into years
Her age now is six; to rules she tries to adhere.
Strange people revolve, another house she plays in
A “new family” surrounds. Still she rebukes her own sins.
The system that “saved” her, the people who enslave her
Attempt to repair her; as they continually fight the thought of defeat:
They ask her the same thing again and again…
“What do you need for or wish for, my sweet?”
She answers the same as she did on that bad day,
“I wish blue man didn’t find me when I wiggled my feet”.
written for a child that I represented when I was as a child advocate.
copyright LoriJean Vance 10/2010
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