Beaten
Written by fabee_babeeShe raises her hands in self defense
TRying to shelter from the blow,
Her father beats into her,
She doesnt speak cause she knows:
If she dares to make a whisper,
If she dares to make a sound,
Another punch in the face
will drop her to the ground.
She screams inside for someone to come,
To rescue her from her hurt,
She wimpers, "Please..god no"
As he grabs her by the shirt.
Thrown headlong into a wall,
Her nose starts to bleed,
Everythings all blurry,
She is in need....
Of help.
A boot lands into her side,
She cannot scream her pain,
As he kicks into her
again and again.
She cannot call out for help,
She cannot even breathe,
As everything goes black,
Unconciousness brings relief.
She comes round, her fathers on the phone.
He is calling her a delinquant in a quaint tone.
He makes up his defense in a worried voice,
She dares not to move, not that she has a choice.
Her body is bruised and aching,
All she can taste is blood,
she crawls to her bedroom,
She has had enough.
She pulls herself up to the mirror,
Her fac bleeding, swollen and blue,
She feels her limbs and ribs,
They are the same way too.
She hears the phone hang up,
She crawls into bed,
Pretending to be asleep,
Wishing to be dead.
She heard him go to his room,
and close and lock the door,
She wished he was dead and it was him
who couldnt breathe anymore.
She silently cried that night,
from hurt, from pity, from injustice.
her head was spinning;
A real life was what she missed.
The next night it continued,
Her fate sealed and sold,
she shouldnt have had to endure this,
not at 5 years old.