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[sid] => 160564
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => not a toy
[time] => 2010-06-12 09:21:55
[hometext] => teased at school, she painted her face and a barbie doll with markers, then, hung herself. she was 11.
[bodytext] => in her small hands, the markers dance in place her child fingers move across the doll's face a touch of red then some blue and even black there! so pretty...time to put them all back no wait! it's not enough. don't you see i think they'll look even better on me then they won't laugh or call me a name cause now me and barbie, we look the same a scrap of that and the odd bit of this delicate pieces which make our little miss it all went together to become just her now no question of what is to become of her prettily colored, so silent, she is there nary a wisp undone betrayed by her hair forever gracing her lips, a smile, so small asleep in her unlit room denying dreams call in her innocent hand, markers were replaced some cord finds the grizzliest task it ever faced the markers and her doll become that final note never explaining the lanyard round her tiny throat a frail, little doll just suffering the long, brutal day beaten, bruised, forced and forgotten in every way hurt without respite not a life any would choose she was but a cheap toy for some to use and abuse today wasn't yet was, so much different than before please...don't let there be any tomorrows, any more the sun will rise but won't blind her abused sight drawing no more tears into it's cold, unfeeling light and you who charged with this baby's daily care failed so miserably. just deny it if you even dare never again shall she bear the pain they hurl school's out forever for this damaged little girl the politics through which you claim your rule shuts out what really occurs in your sad school a child was hurt and all you did was sit and wait well, the waitings over, for now it is far too late was she too skinny, too fat or maybe too plain none of the above are reasons to cause any pain yet, to really hurt, you have done more than try stabbed so deep, all she had was a reason to die to those who acted so, throw your fears to the floor spit your ugliness to the empty winds of before no longer is there a target for your sneers to score NO, barbie won't ever come out and play any more [comments] => 6 [counter] => 332 [topic] => 39 [informant] => reprobate [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 19 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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