Tears
As I pick up the broken glass of the dirty floor
the baby cries I see you stumble out the door.
Another Bruise, Another Lie I am thankful i can finally say goodbye
there are angels with every person in this world and there is a way out.
With the angels by our side we know we will survive.
If you see or hear signs of abuse please call 911 or tell a parent, school counslor
or someone you trust. Keeping silent will only help it happen again break the silence
use your voice speak out. We have to decrease violence in America.
By Julie Rene Leek
Copyright © Julie Leek | Year Posted 2009
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