Of Tainted Love
She grows without a father figure
Mother beaten and left disfigured
Love child born to roam the streets
Battered by life, taking the heat
She never held crayons or hands
Her innocence snuffed out and damned
She learns to live with hope and things
With broken ties, without shoe strings
Her jeans are torn but patched to hide
Scars carved by dad on her backside
Yet still she clings to better days
Nothing is wrong, when asked she'll say
Her knotted hair unwashed for weeks
Perfume all hers to others wreak
Of dirt present upon a face
That map a life without a trace
She'll grow alone, disturbing others
Unprovoked but will be smothered
By looks, gestures, comments unkind
Unheard, unjust, by all mankind
I hope to see her if just today
To give something of mine and pray
That she is what some don't see
A child of GOD judged so blindly
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