Alone and afraid,
she grabs for a knife;
Depression will end,
this twelve-year old's life.
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She places the blade,
against her small wrist;
Makes a small incision,
she could not resist.
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She watches the blood;
as it runs down her arm;
She just can't go on,
they've done too much harm.
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Her mind flashes back,
to a time and a place;
When they left her defiled,
and they made her ashamed.
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She pushes down harder,
'til the blade meets the bone;
'Tis the only way,
she could escape from her home.

My husband is a good man,
he does the best that he can;
I feel safe within his arms,
with him there is no harm.
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He does all of the chores,
with my disabilities,
I can't any more;
He's faithful, caring and kind,
without him I'd lose my mind.
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He's such a blessing to me,
fulfilling all of my needs;
He holds me, oh so tight,
no matter the darkness outside.
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He is the man of my dreams,
he is my everything;
I couldn't ask God for more,
then the husband whom I adore!

From morning until evening,
and all throughout the night;
The men of our Armed Forces,
are standing by to fight.
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They give of their own selves,
to protect this precious land;
They do it with conviction,
they do the best they can.
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Maintaining freedom is their goal,
with the blood and tears they shed;
They fight through their own fears,
and they'd do it all again.
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With guns in hand and ***** boots,
they trample through the mud;
Defending our great country,
this land they dearly love.
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Singing, "God Bless America,"
it gets them through their days;
And when they go to bed at night,
this is what they pray.

It was in late Spring, time for me to go to school.  As I carefully walked down the age-weathered stairs, it was a balancing act between the rickety steps and my black, leather pumps. The stairs won, and down I went, hitting my head on the wrought-iron Banister

"What a way to start the day," I thought to myself as I rubbed my head.  I picked myself up and continued on the 3.5-mile walk to
school.  My head was still pounding when I arrived.

I saw my best friend Bonnie, as she came around the corner of the school.  We had known each other for ten years, and there wasn't anything we didn't know about each other.  "Hey Bonnie," I yelled.  She turned around and gave me a huge smile.  The rays of the Sun made her blonde hair glow.  With a stature of 5'9, she was a real beauty.

The day was uneventful, just a normal day.  Bonnie was in three of my classes; Math, Science, and History.  She made the day go incredibly fast.  We cheated off one another, here and there, praying we wouldn't get caught.  No wonder we were straight-A students.  We were both highly intelligent.

After school, she came to my three-bedroom-home to study.  I liked my ranch home and was proud for everyone to see it.  We sit on my bed, skimming through the pages of our History book, trying to remember what we read, for tomorrow's test.  
Soon it was time for dinner, so Bonnie went home.  We talked later on our Verizon phones.

After taking a shower, I climbed into a nightgown and brushed my teeth.  They were pearly white, always being complimented on.  I said my prayers, then turned off my blue and white lamp.  I went to sleep, hoping I would pass the test tomorrow.

"Come to me,
my little one;
We're going to have,
alot of fun.
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I'll make this playtime,
a pleasure for you;
So come on in,
take off your shoes."
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Just what they meant,
I did not know;
As I entered my bedroom,
of pink and gold.
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My little hands,
began to sweat;
Down my back,
shivers were sent.
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They laid me on,
my Minny Mouse sheets;
I was not happy,
I was not pleased.
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They tortured me,
that's how it felt;
And then they told me,
not to tell.
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They walked away,
bearing a smile;
They left behind,
a tortured child.