What a sight to have to behold
Your mind unfolds
Your whole world swirls
When you see your little girl
In such a horrid state
She went to see a playmate
“He’s not home,” the monster says
So she turns to leave
However the monster has something up his sleeve
Now your imagination goes wild
What did he do to your sweet child?
You know for her life and dignity she fought
Just as she was taught
Even though he tortured her she escaped
He made it so she couldn’t call
She was strong; she managed to crawl across hall
What a sight to have to behold
Your blood must’ve turned cold
When you heard her whimpering at your door
You open the door she’s there bleeding on the floor
It hits you like a shot to the head
There’s nothing you can do your little princess is dead
What did I not do?
Why couldn’t it be me?
Who could do this to her?
Where is this monster?
When did this world get so evil?
These are the questions you ask
As you go on to the impossible task
Of finding a beautiful dress
Befitting a true warrior princess
Placing her in the ground
Knowing to heaven she is bound
Doesn’t mend your heart
With her hugs, and kisses you don’t want to part
I know my words are plain
And they do nothing to ease your pain
However, I send you and your family my love
And please know that she’ll forever dance with doves

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The above piece is based on something that happened
in the Bronx a year or so ago. I don't know the family
but still my heart breaks for them.