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Sunlight trickles in,
prying her eyelids open.
"It's morning, Lilly."
"Wake up, you worthless child,"
cries the sun.
"Wake up, Sweetie,"
her mother utters softly.
"Wake up and see
how beautiful the world is."
Once upon a time, perhaps,
but not anymore.
Once upon a time,
a lot of things.
Like once upon a time,
she had a warm bed,
and her mother
came in every morning
to tell her
it was time,
time to open up
her lovely chocolate eyes
and show the world
her brightest smile.
"Look, Lilly,"
she would say
as she pulled the curtains
gently aside.
"Look at the sun;
isn't she gorgeous?"
"Yes, Mommy,"
she'd whisper, grinning,
"gorgeous."
"It's morning, Lilly. And every morning, the world is yours. Never forget that."
"I promise, Mommy. I promise."
Once upon a time, perhaps,
but not anymore.
Once upon a Tuesday,
when the sun was highest in the sky,
her mother came home,
and fell
in the doorway,
coughing.
"Don't worry,
Sweetie,
Mommy's just sick."
"Mommy,
you said
we don't get sick
in the summer
because the sun is always there
to warm us."
"Don't worry,
just a little sick."
She wiped her lips
and buried her hands
in her gloves
to hide the crimson stains
on her fingers.
"Mommy?"
"Don't worry."
"It's morning, Lilly. And every morning, the world is yours. Never forget that."
"I promise, Mommy. I promise."
Once upon a Wednesday,
the doctor came
and said everything
would be all right.
"Just a little cold,
not to worry."
Once upon a Thursday,
he told her to make her mother comfortable.
"Everything will be okay,
everything will be okay."
Once upon a Friday
her mother closed her eyes,
to take a short rest
and never
opened them
again,
and on Saturday morning
there was no one,
no one to pay the rent.
A warm bed,
a cozy house,
happiness, so far away now.
A loving mother,
and her gentle words,
once upon a time,
but so far away now.
Fall came,
and the sun's reign
came to an end.
On a cold
winter night,
she wrapped her scarf
around her neck
and tried to hang herself.
But she couldn't forget.
"The world is yours, Lilly."
In the alleyway,
warmed only by a scarf
and starving,
she wondered why her mother
had told her so many lies.
The sun rose to taunt her,
but there was no one,
no one to tell her that it was morning.
Literature
Child Abuse
Child Abuse
There's a girl I knew,
A really beautiful girl,
With dirty blond hair,
A really young girl,
This girl was seven years old,
She had a sad tale,
She told me the tale,
The hour before she died,
That she was abused,
Her mother got drunk,
The girl hid under the bed,
Her dad got shot,
She heard a gun CRACK,
And a loud THUNK on the ground,
And saw bright blood,
Her mom went crazy,
The mother killed her true love,
And blamed the poor girl,
The girl was punished,
For no actual reason,
And was left with scars,
Her mom got worse,
And gave the girl more bruises,
And fresher black eyes,
After she told me,
I raced to m
Literature
Child Abuse
She tries not to cry as her dad beats her harder with the bat. A small tear escapes from the corner of her eye. He hits her even harder as he sees the small spec of salt water run down her face. She curls up into a small ball and takes a brutual beating to her back. Luckily her dad is using the wooden baseball bat this time.
The next day she wakes up on the living room floor in the same position. She gets up slowly and makes sure her dad isn't around. She looks out the window, his truck's gone, he's gone to work. She quickly grabs her school bag and heads out the door.
On her walk to school she adjusts her jacket sleeves to hide the welts
Literature
Children's dreams
The newspaper was filled with bad reports as every day. Car accident here, mugging there, robbery around the corner. General economics putting people on the street. I dropped the damn paper, and went back to my sandwiches with cheese. It wasn't the best for a Sunday dinner, but at these times, it would have to do. I was glad to have food on the table, and my little girl, playing with her crayons on the small table, didn't mind either. She loved sandwiches, so every weekend she smiled in anticipation when she woke up. All morning she'd walk around with that smile and giggle when I set up the table. Often I'd turn around, and start chasing her.
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At the end of the day you're another day colder
And the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill
And the righteous hurry past
They don't hear the little ones crying
And the winter is coming on fast, ready to kill
One day nearer to dying!
Les Miserable
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Quite long, but I hope you like. I tried out a new style. xD
And the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill
And the righteous hurry past
They don't hear the little ones crying
And the winter is coming on fast, ready to kill
One day nearer to dying!
Les Miserable
xxx
Quite long, but I hope you like. I tried out a new style. xD
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awwwww i feel so bad for this little girl even though its just a fake little girl...still AWWWWW totaly fav for me