A poem for all the angels who are silenced and abused,
We MUST all voice our anguish and fight on their behalf.
A child yesterday, a woman today
A child no more…
A yawning chasm of time,
Endless pain, limited endurance…
Parents off and away, child cast adrift
Too old for adoption, too young for toil
Farmed to fickle family, only her grant to take,
Toil and strife and a mossy crust to taste.
Shifty eyes, groping tentacles, her chastity to take.
Soulful eyes shuttered and dull,
Spiritless shoulders hunched.
Defeated, aquiver with fear,
Yet another calloused tentacle to bear.
Desolate with despair and none to care…
No halo-ed guardian angel to hover.
A life not yet begun, now stunted and almost over.
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