A child of 4,                    ripped out the door
Thrown in a van               & they locked all four
Screaming for her             mama; more and more

Life quickly became            so obsolete, browbeat
An evil stepmother, you,                she would beat
Help me dear lord..shh..          ..don’t ever speak!

Berated and belittled you        every chance
Yet, you were always an         afterthought
Molested for years; never         caught

Stealing away out          of fright
Trying to run every         night
if need be; broad        light

Nobody in her      reality
She would     sob to cry
Amid       transients
Want       to die
Never    to