The Burns Poem by Claire Hunter
The Burns
The little girl
With so many burns
She fears the lash of the whip
And the heat of the flame
Her little hands
cover her face
Trying to be a shield
Against so much hurt
The pain will fade
But the burns never will
Beaten and beaten
the little girl crys
Trying to wash away
Everything
When she looks in a mirror
There is a constant reminder
Of the hurt
And the burns
That will be there
Forever and always
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