A Dream

by Melissa

i saw a little girl, head hanging low, i asked for her name

she said i'm no one; that's when the tears came

she asked who I was, if someone sent a spy and if so, who?

i told her, "oh i'm just a girl, just an ordinary girl like you"

i couldn't see her face, but in her voice

you could hear how this little girl ached

she must have been around seven or eight

her weeps hit my core and kind of made me stutter

i asked, "little girl it's late, where is your mother?"

she he wasn't here, but then where could she be

but i guess those facts never minded to me

i took her fragile hand, skin so fare and white

asked her what was wrong, if everything was alright?

at first she hesitated, but then began to explain

why she was crying, why she was in pain

she told that her daddy left without a sign

i reassured her it was okay for so had mine

a voice full of sorrow, she screamed, NO! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND

and with so much hurt, clenched my hand

she said i'm not beautiful, i'm so pale and my hair is too dark

then she turned her wrist and showed me her marks

she went on with her story, deep breaths in between

she told me that she saw things a little girl should have never seen

she told me what they would say and all the things they would do

children are supposed to be angels, but sometimes they can be so cruel

a child so young in agony, so misunderstood

all her life it's been if i could, i would

the room suddenly was dark, only light on her...

time paused for a moment, neither of us said a word

and when i stepped back, oh you wouldn't believe

i was looking into the eyes of a little girl that once was me....