The Girl, Part I and 2

This is two parter. The first dealing with the abuse of the mother. The second part is about her child, growing up in care The Girl, Part 1 A foetus from a mother’s womb Prematurely born too soon Due to punches, slaps and kicks Delivered fast with fury, quick By a man, in drunken rage Who thumped a stomach, broke ribcage Of mother who could not defend Against the rage which knew no end. Unbridled ire he launched against A woman who had had the sense, And also child beat out from her By angry, savage, saboteur N.L.G The Girl. Part 2 She never stood a chance, the girl A chance she never stood At seven months, born premature Kicked out of womb with foot; By father laced in alcohol Belligerent and vile, Who spared no rod nor pulled his punch On women he defiled She never stood a chance, the girl A chance she never stood In Children’s homes and foster care she lived through her childhood Attachments never formed for her No bonds or pledges made By people charged to care for her Just sorrow and dismay She never stood a chance, the girl A chance she never stood No opportunities for her They thought she’d do no good Passed from pillar then to post, And then passed back again She never stood a chance the girl For her no sweet refrains She never stood a chance, the girl A chance she never stood Poverty for her assured It ran through lines in blood No song with lifting melodies Would underscore her life Just beats reigned down from angry fists And chorus sung with strife She never stood a chance the, girl A chance she never stood Disordered personality Consultants diagnosed Anxiety, depression Heightened lows and lofty highs Mental health became her norm Well, should we wonder why? N.L.G