Nigel Gray Poet Rhyme

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

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Kim Rodrigues May 5, 2023 at 7:11 AM Wow, Nigel! This is a fantastic write. Not everyone has a fairytale life. That is why are hands must go out in love to touch the lives of the abused who will accept even an inkling of the right direction. No judgment just love. God bless you. This is a fave…one to ponder and to take to heart, to help someone, to pray… Nigel Gray May 5, 2023 at 12:10 PM Sorry, I thought I had submitted my response. Obviously not. Thank you Kim. And defo thanks for the feedback. Much appreciated

Paul Bell May 5, 2023 at 7:02 AM Sadly, abusers never get put down when they should, and the curse continues. You wonder how the cycle never seems to get broken and despair just becomes the norm. Great poem, very poignant in today's climate. Nigel Gray May 5, 2023 at 12:07 PM Thanks Paul. I’ve been a social worker for 35 years and it’s still the same now as then. The cycle of abuse just keeps riding along. Kim Rodrigues May 5, 2023 at 7:14 AM Paul, At a recent woman’s conference at church, one program talked about how they give out information to the abused and these women don’t even realize until read that love and life is not supposed to look this way.