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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I feel the shadow of fear creeping down the dark hall slipping noticed into the room - my eyes squinched tight But I know that shadow even with my eyes closed don't I It's bad intentions made known with the smell of beer in my nostrils. oh god, oh god, oh god Holding still under covers praying to a god that's nowhere around don't get me, don't get me my fear sucks all sound from the room But not for long I see the shadows of my sister dancing in the dark the blue of the night light adds calming colors making shadow creatures out of the dancers frenzied movements yet doing nothing to mask the whimpered sound of dying innocence Just how many times can innocence die? I lay frozen with fear and self hatred I mean why couldn't I just sneak up and beat my father to death with my baton underneath the bed? I wish I was brave enough to smash his face bloody why can't I? Cause daddy's stronger than god!! I'm no savior, just a little girl with the world and my sister's innocence on my shoulders I disgust myself lying frozen while the abuse goes on and on Till a minute seems like hours I clap my hands over my ears pretending this is not my life no, no, no, this can't be my life Please God, just let me die Waiting until the shadow slips down the hall back to hell and my mother - who's earned the title of Mama the blind and not for nothing either I disappear into the nothing I've become and will spend my entire life perfecting wearing my mask of a happy girl ha ha Charade you are
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