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[aid] => mick
[title] => Social disaster!
[time] => 2004-04-18 14:36:01
[hometext] => I wrote this at 4 oclock in the morning.. WHEW.. its kind of messed up but its about a girl cut from a social environment... ~ havnt wrote anything in awhile some comments would be greatly appreciated!!
[bodytext] => Psychotic father that chastises everything Abuses such wounded souls Mother blind cant find her ways And does what she's acquainted with Blessed with a daughter Sent from heavens above No harm done just warmth n' love From day one there was such neglect No feelings nothing to care and no contact Duties were done but that was all Then back to their lives Cries of hunger cries for love Engulf the air The room still stays calm Deny the existence of this creation Father with no respect Each day making his iniquity mind shoddier Mother still blind as can be Still ashamed to articulate The one they were suppose to love n' care for Daughter is now 10 years-of-age Locked in a dark dampened room Chained to a chair that sets in the core of a room Crucial looks mumbled sounds No words to be found Barely able to keep up her head But no more cries are found She is the girl of social disaster Not knowing how to act or respond Touching herself in inappropriate places No discipline more or less no life For such a blessing this family has put to shame Skinny as a rail Fragile as glass No awareness of what love could possible be Or what a family is Hell nor will she ever recall having a life Father finally put to his best Not taking his own disaster Bang bang- time has come Mother in some disbelief Never thought this day would come Now she can exclaim/tattle on the one she once adored A call was made she turned in her obsolete husband Ding ding- open door people running in To some chance to recover this unwanted soul Mother feeling guilty whe hadn't let this out sooner For a life to actually live But now the young girl is in good hands After many years she has not recovered Still mumbled sounds Violent rages have occurred From no love to hatred [comments] => 5 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 43 [informant] => neglected1 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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