Treasure Island

Brie Carter

(March 12,1994 / Dalton)

The Child


I was the child
Who got raped
I was the child
That held it all in
I was the child
Giving the dirty slate
I was the child
Given this sin
I am the child
Who told a friend
I am the child
My pain now ends
I am the child
With a fresh start
I am the child
Forgiveness in my heart
I am the child
My love will show
I am the child
Who has let this go

Submitted: Monday, May 25, 2009

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  • Rob Bishop (5/25/2009 11:29:00 AM)

    I like this poem...
    simple to read, it shifts such a negative topic into a positive conclusion...
    nice work (Report) Reply

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