In the night, I hear the yelling
Of a young girl in pain
She screams for help
But there is no one there to hear her
In the morning
I see the tears
Of a worried young girl
She prays to god
For him to save her
In the noon
I hear the car she starts to cry
Not to get hurt
But it is much too late
Her dad is mad
He says she is bad
She goes to bed with bruises
And they will not go away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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