Poem for Child Abuse
December 2010 (9th Grade)

A little boy
ran to his mother with joy.
"I used your lipstick to color your sheets."
She pounced with no time to think.
She tortured and beat 'till he was out cold.
There he lay just a body to hold.
She regrets the fight she has won,
but the sinful deed has already been done.
"Please open your eyes,"
the sorry mother cried.
Her words had no meaning,
for his tiny heart had already stopped beating.
She went into her bedroom just to see
her sheets that read, "I love you, Mommy."