As I look back
Back through time
A little child
Love had existed
Not love in its true form
Love’s meaning
Belt, curtain iron rod, kung fu
High heels, words, hands
Reasoning and premise
Experience of life
Seeing a cruel world
In a little place called life
Bullets thrown in the incinerator
By a little child
Hoping and praying
Mommy or daddy wouldn’t die that night
Seeing sex performed in bed
Mommy lying with not daddy
Playing detective looking for mommy
Hidings in bushes to see where mommy was at
Wondering if love was real or not
Seeing death
Brains scattered
Old women laughing
Death had become a joke
Taught at a young age
Seeing hurt and pain
Feeling hurt and pain
And invisible little child
A little child who did not grow up
Locked in a cage
Freedom is the key
The key to unlocking this child’s cage
One day I will be free
Will you be there to welcome this child who has become an adult?
By Jessie
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