Her small hand seen holding a round bun,
All she chewed all day was a tasteless gum,
The feeling of dejection in her, she’s glum
She declined to show the world her face,
A sad child of the globe, her name, Grace,
purity, is what her body contained,
Ethics, morality she had maintained,
She was chaste,
Pure as the driven snow,
All her life,
No one had heard her lie,
Then it happened one day,
A normal day, seemed okay,
Till evening came,
How she wishes it was a game,
A game, it wasn’t, ‘Twas real.
Just before she had had her meal,
A jumbo of a man showed up,
He knocked at her ligneous door,
So scared she was,
She rushed to the tub,
Hoping he wouldn’t knock no more,
Jumbo’s fingers were sharp like claws,
He had an enormous physique; so muscular,
He knocked again, she ignored
She disregarded him, he got bored,
He broke in, went and grabbed her,
Sinned against God, and against all.
As her tiny downcast eyes watch the sunset,
That’s a sad tale.
I don’t want to imagine it happening to anyone.
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A harrowing story told by the many females defiled. Too agonizing.
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Too agonizing! Too sad
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A sad story in the poem. We never know why people act and do things. Hidden pain can make us trust dogs/cats over the human race.
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Too disturbing to imagine that such things occur within us.
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I write a story about my poor mother. Rape by her uncle and no-one believed her. She became cold and the sad part. The rapist, she was the last one to take care of him at his death. It was very hard for her. It is sad what people can do to another.
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Too sad and painful. Is your story on the blog?
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It is. I will post again asap.
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I’ll have to check it once you post it.
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Here is the poem. I posted many years ago. A MOTHER’S TEARS”
February 20, 2015
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