And she wrote
A child was born
A child of torture
Of hate
Of pain
Of past mistakes
A girl was found
She could not cry
She could not talk
Her legs were scrunched
Her eyes were dead
But held the pain
She was made from past mistakes
A life was saved
Today’s the day
The girl they found
She could not walk
She was put into
A nice cozy home
And in her room
She wrote and wrote
This poem you read
Was written by she
It’s choppy and sloppy
But at least she can see
She’s no longer a past mistake
A child of torture
Of hate
Of pain
Of past mistakes
A girl was found
She could not cry
She could not talk
Her legs were scrunched
Her eyes were dead
But held the pain
She was made from past mistakes
A life was saved
Today’s the day
The girl they found
She could not walk
She was put into
A nice cozy home
And in her room
She wrote and wrote
This poem you read
Was written by she
It’s choppy and sloppy
But at least she can see
She’s no longer a past mistake
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