On A Sunny Sunday Afternoon In Clapham - Poem by Dónall Dempsey
He stole her heart.
He stole her smile.
He stole her laughter.
Gave her a child
to tie her down and
she lived unhappily ever after.
She took beating after beating
wore fake tan & a fake smile
dressed to please him
(there was no...pleasing him) .
The sun beats mercilessly down.
She hides behind cheap shades
(given away as a freebie with a girl's magazine) .
The black eye refuses
She wears long sleves
to hide the angry bruises
turning purple with his rage.
She's 16 going on nothing
and she's come of age
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