Friday, June 1, 2012

Daddy's Little Girl

10:07 AM  mahaliabadalia  2 comments

Daddy's Little Girl

There she stands
the picture of youthful innocence
half of her face bright with childish curiosity
but the other half is mangled
stained purple and black
red tears weeping from her cuts
behind her stand the mangled troops
using their broken arms to protect their battered
 faces
from their 'loving' parents
the air heavy with the weight despair
shattered hope littered across the ground like
broken glass
she whispers
please don't let him hit me
her voice a gunshot
in the silence of the subject

her little voice grows louder
ignoring the pain in her protesting lungs
and pushing past the fear
that lurks near her heart,
waiting to pounce

the chorus of tiny voices crests over the ears of the public
each terrified plea
condemning us for our laziness
our apathy
our hopelessness

I join her and the crowd
lifting each child above the black fog and hatred
pushing them toward the sun

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2 comments:

This is a post by Fiona Carson. Mahalia, I really like your poem. Poetry is a creative way to raise awareness to problems, and you have done just that. Abuse is a very real problem in our society, with many women and children being too afraid to draw attention to their problems. They do condemn for our laziness and our inattention. By writing this poem, you are bringing their problems to the attention of the readers of this blog. It is a good poem, with real meaning.

This poem really well displays the silent pain and suffering of kids who are abused. The way you describe it is really powerful.

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