Morning Child

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
My poetic self-portrait

Submitted: February 13, 2008

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Sit down on the dirty ground

Mud-stained skirts on a Sunday morning

Born in the snowfall, but perpetually stained

Eyes look black, cause the innocence drained

Oh, a girl.....

Rain boots on her crooked feet

Tug on the skirt should have been the warning

Led in the moonlight, and her eyes, they strained

Can't look back, cause the basket is enflamed

A girl....

A girl....

Daddy, daddy,

Won't you make it please?

Won't you...

teach me to get off my knees?

Don't beat me like that time when I was three

when I jumped in the oil pan

And slid down on the dirt ground

stained striped dress on a Saturday morning

Lives for the sunshine, but her hair remains

Jet raven black, so the devil can never complain


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