Child Abuse Poem: Little Girl Down The Lane
by Nikki
(Michigan, USA)
Little Girl Down The Lane.
Little Molly
doesn't understand.
She doesn't understand why
He lives in her dreams.
He hides behind her dollhouse with
lollypops and bubble gum.
She takes them every time.
takes His hand every time.
Little Molly doesn't know why
He keeps coming back. Why
She lets Him find Her
Again and
Again
so He can whisper in her six-year-old ear
Grown up words that make her tummy hurt.
Little Molly asks Her teddy bear
to pinky swear
He'll never tell
the secret that She held so dear
the inner pain
She hid so well.
Halloween is every day for Molly,
it's a game to play,
a constant match of keep away
a secret
They can never know.
Little Molly wants to scrub Her skin
until She's white like
Christmas snow.
so His finger prints will never show
the things He did
when lights were low.
Little Molly thinks it's all Her fault, that
She's the one to blame
so that is why
She has to cry and feel this
Dirty shame
Another peaceful Sunday
Molly's all alone
waiting for the Monster
in her closet to
come home.
all the "Happy Neighbors"
could never ascertain
that Molly was a Little Girl
that lived just down the lane.
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