The Angry Woman/Child
Anger, bitterness, rage,
Why did you do this to her?
What did she do to you?
She was a child, a young girl,
Not old enough to fight back.
You knew that,
Took advantage of it.
Physically you hurt,
Mentally you maimed
Marred, that childish beauty.
No thought of the pain
You inflicted, forced,
On her,
Seemed to cross your mind.
And you left her,
Disfigured, scarred,
Not on the outside
For public view,
But deeper, inside,
Where it is harder to heal
Harder to treat.
The child survives though,
A woman now,
Always carrying those marks,
On her life, her soul.
She cannot forget, but tries
Only to get past,
Persevere.
