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This poem was 'thought' of when I was little - real little. I am going to post it in language of when I was little.

Trigger Warning.........it is about my ab*se............please read with care...........if this needs to be deleted or moved..........please do so............



Nice Home

i beaten no treat well
i in hell
i no clean this place
bruises on back even face

wash no done no food for me
momma daddy sissy eat not me
daddy no like me it true
he yell mean cuz nothing i do

momma say nothing at all
daddy beat me i fall
daddy say he kill me if i tell
if anyone asks i say i fell

i sorry i bad
daddy hurt my head
i really really sad
i wish i dead

good when born? i bad in end
me have no friend
i cry alone
i wanna nice home


composed by Jessie

ty for listening

I am sorry this ever happened to you and thank you for coming to help Ann when she really needed you.
Jesus loves you and was there even when you didn't know

You are a precios child of God and a dear sister to us (((HUG))) and you are FREE now.
Thanks for sharing this moving poem.
God bless you Ann.