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Oct 2013
when I was a fresh faced girl
momma said don't go playing with trash
cause trash will ruin your world

now I'm grown
I understand
what momma
was saying
when she said child
don't go playing

I met a guy in Ralstonville
he promised me he'd treat me well
all his promises were but a veneer
cause night after night
he'd thrash me into tears

and I stayed
and I stayed
hoping he'd see the light
and that he'd be contrite
but nothing changed
he just kept on being deranged

momma momma
your fresh faced girl
momma momma
she's seen ruin in her world
A poem based on...Domestic Violence.
Elizabeth Squires
Written by
Elizabeth Squires
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