Little Girl Lost

she has blisters on the soul of her feet and cuts along her veins 
oozing pain from the sores that cover her body
a lost soul living in the streets 
digging in dumpsters for food to eat
rain pouring down her frail body soaked 
sneezing and coughing with no chance of hope
she struggles to walk in the nighttime air
to find a place of warmth
the underground railroad ststion seems like the place
fighting off rats and roaches bugs and critters
predators on the loose
she finds a corner to huddle in underneath the 'a" train
scared to go to sleeep in fear of beiong raped
she already was pregnant and had to terminate
a coathanger and a line of cocaine
made it all go away
a victom of child abuse and an drug addicted family
little rhonda had no choice but to run away
so many dreams of a life she knows shell never have
so she finds ways to end her life without being scared
she prays to God to help her but He must be busy
her mind is going crazy all she needs is to sleep
in the quiet of the night her restless body gives in 
she begins to grift off asking God to forgive her sins
in deep sleep shes unaware of whats taking place
a vicious and nasty group of men
are violating her in disgrace
instead of letting her be they smash her head in two
leaving little rhonda to suffer no more
all she wanted was to be free away from the world that
tortured her
she never asked to be born but she did ask to die!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Williams Avatar
May 25, 2009 at 6:47 AM
A very poignant and descriptive write Brandy. Giving the girl Rhonda, a name, personalizing her, instead of being just a girl, adds weight and depth to the poem... though I would dearly love to think that this was all just fiction, sadly I doubt it.... perhaps you are the only one who wrote her epitaph....
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May 12, 2009 at 8:23 AM
It's very sad. But I like the poem and I enjoyed reading it. Ernilando
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May 11, 2009 at 5:42 PM
The horrors little Rhonda faced would make anyone lose the will to live, Brandy. I'm hoping this is just an anonymous observation and that it didn't happen to you or someone you know. My heart goes out to this poor child; she never had a chance. So very sad. Love, Carolyn
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