Bondage

This poem seeks to describe a little girl who is told that she knows no better than the grownups around her. Abused emotionally and physically she is seeking for a way out. She plans to run away as the pain and suffering get worse. She is seeking liberation from a single mother who has schizophrenia, anxiety and is an alcoholic. She has already ran away twice just to be brought back by the police who say she has no choice. Put into a situation that brings her fear she knows better that what they tell her. They don’t have to live through the pain she does every day. They choose to ignore what she has to say. At age 7 you would think children know the different between what’s right and wrong although society seems to think otherwise. The court system in this country she lives in says that a child does not have a choice to choose where they want to live until they turn the age of 12. How dysfunctional can a society like this be? Is it that the government doesn’t want to pick up the tab to have this child safe and living in a different home? Is it that there are not enough homes for these children to live in? Or do they think that it’s only fair for a child that did not choose the place they live in or the people they live with to continue to stay in a harmful situation that could possibly lead to more abuse or even death of the child. This would be a crime and bondage, people would be outraged if they really knew the society they lived in, especially knowing the situation more children like this need someone to stand up for them and rescue them from these horrific fates. A child this young should not have to run away.

Anxious to get out
Anxious to live free
Anxious to get out
& be who she wants to be

Confined to this lonely room
She dreams of running away
Thinking of different ways to escape this tragic fate

Waiting, waiting patiently
For the right moment to run & be set free
Waiting, waiting packing quietly
As to not be heard or seen
The time is near to escape this fear & to finally live happily

Drunk from the drink that controls her mother’s every movement
She passes out without a doubt the little girl grabs her bag & runs away
Never looking back to the pain & despair she had to live through there
Just looking forward to new opportunities & creating new memories

Longing for the day
When she can finally say
The choices she has made
Have brought success
Enjoying every moment
There is never rest doing all that she can to be her best

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