I wrote this poem when a friend told me about one of the kids under her care. LJ ______________________________________________________
knots and tangles a child of respect
she sits before me in straightjacket silence muted yelps echo never forgotten pain burnished indelibly on her soul and my anger burns in the same hushed screams mirroring her never-ending nightmare i cannot extract my solitude nor pry myself away from her fright my tears cannot fight her memories she is some sort of wild child caught in the crossbows of neglect a refugee too young for lord of the flies to salvage her passport is stamped with negligence i stare at these knots and tangles that go way beyond her matted mass of mutinous hair ever defying humanity's touch those eyes a keane painting in forfeiture her face such twisted torture those screams always ready to fight back how can a rapist think it is possible to make love to a 4 year old girl she will never be the apple of anyone's eye she lives her heathen ways chosen by another frantically rebelling at crimes she did not commit wondering why her punishment has been so harsh but there is not a day that goes by where she does not fight her destiny despite the cruelty her persistence is eternal the blood of god flows through her christina the most appropriate of names
© 1999 lgjaffe
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