Ribbon haired child

The struggles of a young girl barely 7 that gets abused in the result of a divorce. Her childhood was ripped away and she became victim to the twisted game the darkest of human minds harbor.

At 7 years initiation begins

The dolls discarded for many sins.

Daddy left and sports a bottle,

While Mommy lays on with a throttle.

Bruises and fat lips her fashion,

Slowly chipped away was her passion.

Rumors and jeers haunted school

Children gather with curiosity.

Leading the poor girl to feel a fool;

Sharp tongue and fear strike a ferocity.

A year goes by and things worsen,

The darkness intrudes her person.

Mom sleeps around

Her lover does a pound.

Dad still hast run away,

Leaving me here to pay.

Childhood ripped away

Bruised and hurt in the fray.

Unsure to cope, a rebel is formed,

Fights in the schoolyard stormed.

Not a crack showed through the facade

As her exterior could never be thawed.

Things got worse and affairs arrose

Mothers lovers became rows.

Still used as a dummy, I learned the game;

Help can come in your body you maim.

Not even 9 she learned to sell her body,

Although the protection was quiet shoddy.

Girls, boys and men alike touched the child,

Sometimes keeping it mild.

A girl now 9 wanted to die,

But only her pillow saw her cry.

Counselors signed it off as shy

If there ever was such a lie.

Friends were never there

And parents were like a broken chair.

You trust it and sit

But all that results is a hit.

And men still find perverse pleasure

In making her touch the thing they measure. 

Once a ribbon haired child

So aloof and guile;

Now partakes in a wicked game,

Knowing she'll never be the same.

  

Author's Note

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