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Aug 2010
The child sat and read her book
trying not to make a sound
she could tell by the look
nobody else was around
It did not matter anyway
she was only a joke
all she could do was sit and pray
she was only there to tease and poke
she didn't know if he was right
so she never told her mother
fearing she would leave one night
with her sister and her brothers.
she lay awake at night and cried
not knowing what to do
why is nobody on my side
if i tell I lose my mother to.
then one day the child got brave
she had to tell someone
no longer would she fear a grave
this fear would be undone
the father was locked up for a bit
admitting to his sin
in the courthouse he did sit
swearing it never to happen again
that day I come home to a letter afraid to open it
but when I felt the time was right
the letter was legit
my mother left that night.
This big world cant scare me at all
not after finding out I wasn't in the wrong
but being strong and standing tall
im not ashamed to tell everyone I was the child all along.
Written by
Cynthia Barton
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