Diary Of An Abused Child
Diary of An Abused Child "Why do you have to do that? Never you repeat again!" Are these words not enough to caution a child in her misdeeds? Or even with a streak of scars-free strokes? You took hold of a rod, the very rough end, smearing her soft skin and letting it bleed like blood were water. You left her in pain, her voice lingered as she yelped. She wished Mama could come comfort her but unfortunately she had gone "little girl your mama was dusted into the earth long ago." You acknowledge human fallibility only when it comes knocking on your door. When faulted you give silly excuses, hey! Man do justice for once. She is not yours, I know but be fair with her sometimes. Why being splenetically spiteful about her shtick? Do not be the spitting image of Dracula. I scold you because of that I saw on her solo book. You wonder how she got them registered right? It is with the remains of her pieces she made the journal. Her blood inscribed the ineffaceable words ...