To Me-
When I grow up may I feel
free from abusive quiver,
you know the shame and blame
that makes me shiver.
My innocence has been stolen
without remorse or regret,
those are the things a little girl
can never forget.
Growing older can be difficult,
I may be someone full of sin-
I may be someone who fears passion;
afraid of the loss of love within.
When you have children of your own,
please don’t treat them like papa did,
for every time he came around,
I ran to my room and hid.
I wish for myself a simple life,
maybe be a mother and a wife-
I deserve to dance around and twirl-
for I am just an innocent little girl.
What Child is This Contest
October 16, 2017
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017
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