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Locked away, a mind, alone
Why she’s here, must not be condoned
They took her, from her family, where
She lived, in sin, a life, unfair
Mother made her wash the beds
Father, made her lie, instead
Abused, now merely an empty shell
How could he put her through this hell?
A man, she trusted, left her bare
Tangled up, in strands of hair
He laughed, as she cried, in despair
Wishing to wake from this nightmare
One day, she ran, into the street
Finally admitting, this was her defeat
Calamitous screams, they ran to her side
Standing there naked, she’d no sense of pride
Sirens came calling, the jury was heard
Guilty, they said, was the only word
Grateful, she smiled, for saving her life
No longer abused, no longer in strife
The Daily Post – Guilty
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“Mother made her wash the beds/ Father made her lie instead” – such a tragic tale. Well done.
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Thank you. Too much of this in this world…very sad.
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Powerful Dorinda! Made me cry because it happens to so many innocents
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Thank you, Joanie. It really is very sad 😦
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powerful words
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Thank you very much!
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Such imagery here. Loved this.
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Thank you very much, John 🙂
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Sadly beautiful 😢
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Thank you, Walt ❤
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‘Tis my pleasure ❤
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