Abuse Poem by Brooke Wilson

As her father walks though the door yelling her name...she hides under her flower printed covers, that her mother made...before she passed away.
She starts to cry for she knows whats coming next she looks away...holding her legs together tight..
He comes in looking right at the cover, unzipping his pants...
She starts to scream her mothers name, praying that tonight it won't last longer then an hour...
He slaps her and then pulls away the covers...
She screams for help...thinking that tonight, maybe someone will hear her...
He hits her harder...
She screams louder....
He slams the door...thens climbs on the bed...
She trys to fight back....
But once again....he overpowers her...
After a few hours he walks out satisfied with himself...
While she lies cuddle up on her bed she starts to sob harder....

This happens to her everynight....untill she finally got help...

(This happened to one of my best friends! She is now happy and her father is now in jail.....for the time being...) (The only thing that is not true in this poem is about her mom...shes not died....She now lives with her...)