So fragile, delicate, and weak;
Too afraid to leave or speak.
So passive, quiet, gentle, meek;
He shut you up so you won't shriek.
The blue-green bruises along your thighs
match the color of your eyes.
The purple ones you try to hide,
But there's not make-up that can suffice
To mask the fear that you convey.
You've taught me what I can not say
and that I can not run away--
or rather that you choose to stay.
You are so fragile, delicate, and weak
But Mommy, may I finally speak
When he's buried you near the creek
And asks me to play hide and seek?
Created: Jun 20, 2012tranggbanggx Document Media