Child Women

Young in years she sits

Decked like a bride in all her finery.

Her hands turns as she twists them in anxiety

Outside she can hear

The laughter of children playing games

That children often play.

The door opens and in

Walks a stranger lust in his eyes

Takes her in his arms crushing her tender body she screams he crushes her even more.

Her screams echoes from the room

But no one listens there is no one to hear

She lies there a broken doll

Enters a woman dresses her again

Another night another stranger

The nightmare continues the night continues

For her the night never ends.

She is a child of misfortune.