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Child Women
Child Women
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Young in years she sits
Decked like a bride in all her finery.
Her hands turns as she twists them in anxiety
Outside she can hear
The laughter of children playing games
That children often play.
The door opens and in
Walks a stranger lust in his eyes
Takes her in his arms crushing her tender body she screams he crushes her even more.
Her screams echoes from the room
But no one listens there is no one to hear
She lies there a broken doll
Enters a woman dresses her again
Another night another stranger
The nightmare continues the night continues
For her the night never ends.
She is a child of misfortune.
