The Little Girl Poem by leticia starkey

There once was a little girl she was lost
There was no cost
There was no time
It doesn't even cost a dime.

This little girl lay's there almost dying
She wasn't even crying
She was fighting for her last breathe
She is slowly dying.

She layed on the ground
So scared to make another sound
Fearing she might die
Fearing the lady that beats her.

She fears that this is the end of her life
she strives for her last breathe
She wants to live
She prayed her last prayier.

She told god I know you see each tear that falls
and hears me when I call
Please catch me before I fall.