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[aid] => Mick
[title] => That little girl**
[time] => 2003-04-23 04:05:00
[hometext] => this poem hits really close to home (well mine)But it deals with a couple strong issues: teen hormones, rape, abuse, and pregnacy. and a couple combined...but i like it
[bodytext] => walking home once again
Completely consumed in her tears who is that little girl with many of fears Innocent and shy untrusting of her friends unworthy of her own feet she wishes to make amense Running and Jumping Playing with joy, so naive denying the fact, that she will one day grow "ouch" she ripped her pink sleeve Continuing to grow older Birthdays come and gone Teenage hormones start to rage because getting older was such a con it was a lie, it was why weren't the warnings there? How come she didn't know things just weren't fair They should have told her that sex can lead to harm the "boy" who "convinced" her he was such a charm soon he would leave for the last time carrying off her innocenceand leaving a child scared and alone she had been defyled she told them it was her fault that he didn't force her she had almost convinced her self now, too until he shockingly returned to her he said he was sorry said he wanted her, and needed to be with her and the baby foolishly she accepted,and he began to feed draining her now of her friends and family peeking 15 she held her two year old with "him" behind her at 19 she was forced into a mold then... Finally breaking free them...discovering wha a creep he'd been to that little girl** in jail now, he had been caught with weed her mother came weeping she now weakened and crying it was his birthday...sean was 3 re-reaching that people she left, with no more lying It was now all over she had lived through it her one and only joy, sean was her one and only memory of that night of fit. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 144 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Jilli_bean [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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