The highest crime of developed societies is to hurt a child
A pretty little girl with manners mild
Her spirit crushed by claws and shrill words
The voice of vocal swords
Spouting from one she she was supposed to trust
As she ages she realizes sink or swim she must
Her walls rise
Her mask falls into place the true self known to few allies
Slowly love of few breaks through
Their care teaches her some are true
Confidence and self-assurance develops Around her love envelops
The girl died that day
In the ashes a woman lay
Her life may shape her
But never again will her worth defer to the words of another
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Daciana McCromaig
I'm a freelance writer, editor, and soon to be published author. Exploring Vocal because it gives an outlet for my creativity that I don't necessarily get in my professional life.
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