What's Next? Poem by Kirstie Duekett

She is sitting there trying to smile,
Things were happening ever so vile.
The cigarette is being held to her back,
She flinches - he hits her - WHACK.
Do what you're told he yells,
Why tell anyone they'll just think it's tails.
She screams so loud but no one hears,
The adults hurt her more with the glass from the beers.
She bleeds as his fist connects with her face,
She knows she needs to be put in her place.
SHe can't stand trying not to cry,
She lets out a sigh.
They are enraged,
She wishes she was never born and raised.
She feels the pain,
But doesn't understand how she was to learn or gain.
She is then locked in her room,
No food or drink to consume.
She weeps to herself for a time,
He comes in yelling about the crime.
She cops it again,
She tries to stay sane.
But she is also scared,
of what lays ahead.