Our Zone
Papa says they're going away
He has no idea what his words say
In the basement where there is no light of day
Is where she will make me stay
Her smile is sweet
To my parents whom she cheats
But in the basement there is that sheet
Where she plays the game she calls a treat
Too young, not grown
Scared and alone
The tortures not known
In the place that’s “our” zone
Copyright © Rachel Couvillon | Year Posted 2012
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