A beaten child with a long past,
falls down without a gasp,
the bruises form a bitter cast,
this child will never last.
Behind strong eyes and a confident walk,
this child is not all talk,
thrown down and upon walked,
never a second chance-never one thought.
Opinionated fools walk upon,
upon the tears of just one,
light of day will never pay,
pay for the scars left on her face.
The eyes did claim,
the truths of trusts,
there it drums me,
I have been found dead.
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