Sincere smile masked by huge strange hands
Pure eyes suddenly coated with immeasurable fear
Her morning skin yet to experience the sun’s close
Muscled danger removed her from safety

Kicking legs left in the field a shoe-
Bushes sharp eyes gazed frequently upon her skin
Tears ran ceaselessly…it alone echoed her pain
Lips fasten by his palm never again move

Torn dress exposed her fledgling horizontal chest
Dirt and bruised leaves vaguely hide her shame
SHE WAS JUST A CHILD!
Three weeks over thirty-nine…a monster he was

Her imperfect world was perfect until…
Her laughter was free and enjoyed
Now they are just bitter sweet memories
He stole her—he broke in


By: Andre' Pinnock
May/02/2012