Abuse
Small little girl
trying her best
To not make a sound,
to make not a mess.
Was taught that she must
show respect to adults
Who were cruel and abusive
and always at fault.
With judgement askew
and no expectations
She learned to accept
the lack of affection.
But in spite of her knowing
she was being disrespected
Like the child she was,
she would accept being neglected.
The disrespect shown her
right from the cradle
Would soon prove itself
to be utterly fatal.
On a night lone and dreary
on a building so tall
She wondered if maybe
she should let herself
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