this is no world for little girls (TW: violence)

this is no world for little girls
even with their fancy dresses and sweet curls
where one by one they disappear
never meant again to reappear
like a phantasm in broad daylight
they’re there, yet they’re not
seen only when wanted, desired
then strangled, hanged, and shot
bargained, traded, cheated and sold
how can I tell little girls though so bold
that this world was never meant for them
where their very existence has them condemned

but we’re here now and we’ve a life to live
even though we do nothing but give and give
while they, they take and take some more
leaving us spent, battered, and sore
some of us left hanging in the wind
while perpetrators go free to do it all over again
what world is there for little girls
where there is no why, just where and when
broken bodies strewn in the night
smiles forever wiped away from sight
this is no world for little girls
now with torn-up dresses and weary curls.


8 thoughts on “this is no world for little girls (TW: violence)

  1. Heartbreakingly Beautiful! Having been a little girl and a woman that has suffered at the hands of perpetrator’s, your poem spoke to the very core of my being in such a gentle but deeply sensitive way and for that I thank you.

    These things are never easy to write about but they are much needed. God bless you for writing it, I pray it finds it’s way to many more people who need to read it.

    1. Thank you so much for your kind words, and I’m glad that the poem spoke to you. This one just had to come out of me today after reading about what happened elsewhere, but there’s always hope that maybe things will begin to change.

      1. There is indeed 🙂

        Thank you again for sharing I really did appreciate it 🙂

        God bless you lots 🙂

  2. Your poem is a banner that flies over that place were they lay, so they can’t be overlooked. I have many memories of such things in the places I’ve been. They are the most haunting of all. It does not speak well of our humanity.

    1. Wow, to have such memories can certainly be haunting, yet in some ways a reminder that even though they had no names, they did exist. Thank you so much for your kind words 🙂

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