A girl not born but made with trauma
Her story so bizarre, it seems like a drama
But it's not
Her childhood, so terrible it was
None could face that amount of loss
The girl's mother was in her grave
Died at the hands of her father who treated the girl as a slave
He beat her delicate face every day
But no words ever came out of her mouth
For there was nothing she could say
Once she decided to throw herself into the river
So she could drown and leave this life forever
But a voice inside told her no
The voice wasn't hers
But it was calming and slow
Days after, she discovered more voices
One different from the other
But they all told her one thing-
Things would get better
One day, her father beat her again,
But the voice from the river now came out
That voice became a person and began to shout
The girl, proud of her voice
Took some clothes and a horse, and ran away
Because she would go anywhere but stay
She did not know where she was going to go
But she wanted to get away from that vile man she called father
She didn't care cause wherever she would be
Her voices would always be with her.
-Grisha. S
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 4:50 PM UTC
A girl not born but made with trauma
Her story so bizarre, it seems like a drama
But it's not
Her childhood, so terrible it was
None could face that amount of loss
The girl's mother was in her grave
Died at the hands of her father who treated the girl as a slave
He beat her delicate face every day
But no words ever came out of her mouth
For there was nothing she could say
Once she decided to throw herself into the river
So she could drown and leave this life forever
But a voice inside told her no
The voice wasn't hers
But it was calming and slow
Days after, she discovered more voices
One different from the other
But they all told her one thing-
Things would get better
One day, her father beat her again,
But the voice from the river now came out
That voice became a person and began to shout
The girl, proud of her voice
Took some clothes and a horse, and ran away
Because she would go anywhere but stay
She did not know where she was going to go
But she wanted to get away from that vile man she called father
She didn't care cause wherever she would be
Her voices would always be with her.
-Grisha. S
