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[bodytext] => There was a girl of only two, No one knew what she was going to do, Each night she made a journey true, This is a story of her life’s view. She walked slowly through the night, Gripping her teddy very tight, Up the street she toddled along, Her little heart beating strong. Her mother was home, passed out on the floor, She didn’t hear her little girl open the door. By her side lay a substance of white, In her apartment, in the middle of the night. This little girl now running as fast as she can, Running towards a tall, dark man. She knew what to do, as she’s done this before, Her little legs running; she falls to the floor. The man walks over in a fit of rage, Picks up the girl, who is such a young age, He held her high above the ground, Her small body bashing all around. He tries to take her teddy; she wont let go, With that his anger grows, He yanks her teddy until her grip is broken, Throws her on the ground without a word spoken. All she wants now is her little bear, But now the man is no longer there, He walked around the corner to a small alleyway, The night is now tinted grey. The little girl tried her best to stand, But she couldn’t, the pain was much to grand, She sobbed some more, as the man kept on, She knew her teddy was already gone. The man cut it open, and took out its fluff, Took out the baggy and tucked it under his cuff, He threw the bear back into the street, With her last bit of energy, she came to her feet. She ran for her teddy, as fast as she could, Picked it up from the street, and there she stood, She cried for her teddy, with all its fluff gone, And back home, this little girl stumbled on. She hugged her teddy and cried tears of pain, Just then it began to rain, The girl reached home and sat on the floor, Her mom was still passed out by the door. She lay on her mommy and begins to weep, Then the little girl fell fast asleep, Her teddy was empty and no fun to hug, She just threw it onto the rug. She woke that next morning to a pleasant surprise, Her teddy was fixed, should couldn’t believe her eyes, Her mom added more fluff and a baggy to the bear, And sat it on the living room chair. She knew each day was the same routine, And once again, she would return to the scene. She didn’t understand why this happened each night, She wanted it to be the end of her fright, She loved her teddy through and through, The heartbreak each day so well she knew, Her mommy loved her, oh yes she did, But at sixteen, she had no other way to raise her kid. She needed money; it was the only way, And she sent her daughter everyday, It paid the bills, with a little more, Even though they were very poor. The girl lived like this for much of her life, Until she finally ended her strife, Her and her mother both died that dawn, When a drug deal went terribly wrong. (the one and only, Kristena) [comments] => 4 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 48 [informant] => kiss4roq [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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