A girl…seemingly
Small, and innocent.
The one with the best
And brightest life.

A girl, with pretty
Curls and dangle
Before her eyes.
…She  sees no strife.

The girl sees
No hate, prejudice,
Crime- all things
That are unfair.

Of course not…
There is no war.
Nothing within life
To be fought for.

Life is just a fair…
Nothing is unfair.

Except her leg’s
Sliced up – as
Is her back.  And
She has grown up
Far too fast.

Her eyes are dark,
Her innocence lost-
Days with sunshine
Are now gone.

Amongst rough bark,
Away from soft moss-
She finds her soul
Is forever alone.

A girl…so
Small, so innocent.
The one with the
Best of all lives.

This girl…so
Underestimated
Even through all
Of her strife.