A girl with a heart upon her sleeve
Yes, she was young
Yes, she was naive
Accepting less
Less than better
Denying worth
All those words that speak ‘abuse’
She’s known them all
Still shaking them loose
Pain short lived
Shortly returns
Each cruel visit
One less to learn
And on it goes
Until she sees
The faith in God
It’s all she needs
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