Cheney Cline

Little Girl - Poem by Cheney Cline

A little girl is weaping sadly,
Wondering, why do they treat me so badly,
She had been beaten many times before,
But none have had this much gore,
Many wounds not so easily bound,
Help is nowhere to be found,
She knew her death would come easily,
She also knew it wouldn't end peacefully,
A cast on her arm,
A brace on her leg,
Her parents are drunk
And tell her to go hide in the car trunk,
She lies down inside and wispers 'Goodbye...'
That is when she began to cry
And knew that this is how she would die,
Another week later
She was stumbled opon by a waiter,
Horified and shocked
He dialed the number for cops,
With her parents in jail
And body left to rest in piece,
Here lies my favorite little niece.

? -? -2010

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 28, 2010

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