There was a little girl
curled up in a corner
crying silently without tears
the new marks
already darkening her skin
she knew no love
she had no friends
a little girl
already grown up
though she was
only three
this little girl
she was so strong
fighting the stronger
she didn't fear death
only life and the next moment
she had one meal a day
and rags for clothes
but she had a special place
where she could escape
and now you see
a teenage girl
who people say is pretty
but she does not
feel this way
the pain gets in the way
and when she stares
out in the day
she's gone again
to that special place
that's only hers
and one day
you'll see a woman
all grown up
but still she'll go
to that place
where life can't
touch her
She'll remember
the hungry days
the cold, lonely days
the days without love
and she'll sigh
and go again
to her special place
where she is only happy
and a happy little girl
no longer in a corner
no longer crying without tears
no longer unloved
for this little girl
she is me
and I am in
my special place
Monday, December 17, 2007
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