Quiet a mistake, she was when born
She was not a rose, but an unwanted thorn
Born to a mother, that was abandoned herself
Born to a daddy, that kept whiskey on his shelf
Badly abused, her mother left him
Took her along and life was very grim
She was a thrown away child that nobody wanted
So many daddys, that she is still haunted
Abused all her life, she was finally grown
Slapped around alot, against the wall she was thrown
Every man she chose, was just like her dad
And still to this day, she stays pretty sad
Only needing to know that someone will care
She hasn't got much of a heart left, to share!
A harrowing story told so succinctly yet so completely. Powerful stuff.
thrown away child that nobody wanted, sad line, but some times true, if your first 15 years are messed up, then the trust factor, , , , , is really low.
Yet much of whats in your heart is shared right here. You have strength that permeates through your poetry. I honor such strength in your reflections.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think you have more strength than you give yourself credit for Donna, and it shows in your writing. I hope the rest of your life is much better than it's been. (DEMAND IT BE BETTER!) YOU DESERVE IT!