Thursday, February 13, 2014

All She Needed Was A Little Place To Put Herself...

All She Needed Was A Little Place To Put Herself...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.... at age 3

Skin burning on her little arms, legs
She looks down to see blood smeared everywhere
The bones in her little body felt almost... broken

Pain made her moan as she lifted herself off the floor
Mama!  Mama!  Mama, please help me, she cried out
Her mama wasn't coming... no, not any time soon

Especially this very moment when someone abused her child
The little girl cried silently... she didn't scream, cry aloud
She left the room, curses followed her out the door

She opened the front door, stepped outside
The sunshine blinded her... she closed her eyes
Her face stung from her own salty tears

The cement porch felt cool to her skin
As she sat down on it, her feet hanging off onto the step
She hung her head... nobody loves me, she thought

No matter where she went in this world of hers
She seemed to be in someone's way
Where was her place... her place she could be at peace?

She knew where it was... no one ever noticed her there
Back into the house she went... she walked to the couch
The old, red vinyl couch that had a small space at the end

A small space in between it, and the old bookcase sitting there
The little girl slipped into it, sat on the floor
This was the only place she could sit, no one yell at her

This was the place she was safest at in her world
She reached for a book off the shelf, picked up her pencil
Sat there for the next hour, drawing on the white pages

The white pages at the front, back of the book
She dreamed of being a fashion designer
Just a child with big ideas... no one cared

This was her favorite spot at her Grandma Alma's
Where no one bothered her... where she wasn't in the way
All she needed was a little place to put herself

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1 comment:

  1. It is a shame that adults abuse children. It is a shame that other children abuse children too. So many children are abused until God calls them to be home with Him. I do thank God you are still here with us. Best friends are hard to come by! Love, Ms. Nancy