please let me go back
i know it wasn't all great
or good or even okay
but as a child
every thing was bright
all i had to do was survive
and dream of a better future
god, i want it back,
my faith, my innocence,
i want to be a little girl again
not understanding the condescension
and not knowing to cover bruises up
until one day they became scars.
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the poetry garden《a poetry collection》
Poetry"The flowers are dead But still, they remember The girl who bled Words, not red As she lay down to die Right on the flowers bed." An ever-growing collection of heartfelt poems.
