Take a young girl from the home she knows,
give her new clothes and deliver fresh blows.
Pity! Pity! Pity!
That's all she hears.
The people she loves confirm her worst fears.
My first memory involves head trauma from my quote-unquote father figure.
Broken beer bottles litter the floor while my body falls in a coma like state.
Momma just cries and takes her's too.