Little girl,So pretty,
So serene.
Your face,
Flawless like porcelain.
Your lips,
Smooth to the touch.
You are beautiful,
So pure and innocent,
A little angel.
You lie there,
So still and calm,
Like a doll.
BUT WAIT
Something is just not right.
What is that glimmer of sadness
In the corner of your eye?
You are a child
Why are you not playful and free?
You lie there alone,
Your body stiff as stone.
What is this fear
That you are hiding inside?
Because it is clear
That you are terrified.
Who has done this
To the little girl?
A part of her has died.
Little girl,
I wish you could tell me
Who has taken your right to choice.
But you can't
Because he has taken away your voice.
very powerful and technial poem. you have proven you can write without the need to be emotionaly inspired. its great how you reveal what is wrong without having to actualy say it. it very gripping. great rimes aswell, none of it seems forced, esp at the end where you put choice with voice, 2 very strong words in relation to the subjuect. as a survivor i would deffinatly say this is an acurate portayal of the emotion of the girl.
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