The Little Girl
She would come to school everdayin torn and taterd cloths
always long slived shirts
to cover her bursis
from the night before.
The little girl
is always so scared
never says a word
she is a straight A student
and no one knows
how lonely she is.
Who will stand up
and save the little girl
we all pretend to be blind,
maybe its just that we
dont wanna believe
what we do see.
The little girls mom
is always passed out
on their couch at home,
and her dad is always
in a drunkin rage,
never giving her
kissis and hugs
oh how sad that poor
little girl.
The teacher finally asked
her one day
"Honey are you ok?"
the little girl
just looke down
lifted her sleves
and told her secert,
now the little girl
lives in a new home
and gets
hugs and kissis everyday.
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