Sitting there.
Waiting for
The pain to pass.
I screamed out.
Thankfully, no one
Was home.
The thing popped out.
It was a girl.
I sobbed in pain
And hurt.
"My poor baby girl"
Why is there
so much blood?
I have to hide with this child.
Hide behind the pain.
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Hiding Behind the Pain
PoetryA book of free verse poetry about pain, hate, and everything life throws at you.
