Anytime I get hurt, threatened, uncomfortable, or scared
I fall down to my bruised knees
Bow my messed up head
Beg for mercy with a shaken body
Only for them to see no human but a doll
To do whatever they want on poor little old me
Never able to stand, only to fall down with cold sweat
Until I rest, I will always be that poor little old dam doll
Scared of life to stand up for myself
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The Writer's World
PoetryThis book is about my poems that I have done Throughout my whole life, My first poem is how I got into poetry. Please, and thank you for giving this book a try.🙂
