Rainey Daze and Crazy Nights

Poetry, Paintings, and Ponderings: Through My Eyes

An Angry Child February 12, 2013

Hot, pulsing anger pushes her

flows from her fingertips

like bolts of lightning.

She wears a daily  mask

of hatred and apathy

so no one can guess her reality.

But, if you look closely

you might glimpse in her eyes

the scared little girl inside…

Eight in years but thirty-eight in her soul

too wise for her young age

too broken to still be a child.

Beatings routinely rain down on her

a small punching bag for mom

rape is her unwelcome companion.

She knows only searing pain and hate

lashing out at school because

love and caring are foreigners.

All she really wants, all she really needs

is someone to see; someone to care;

someone to save her.