Girls support group poem. lisa Oct 4

My eyes fail from weeping because of the torment from within I  have been plunderd and shurtered. I have been subdued and rejected. I have suffered affliction from the rod of musters rath. Like a wheel wind, I have been tossed and twisted my life meander,meander like anakonda have been weigh down and down dirty linen is my chore sold blanket is my breafast mummer !!! cant you show your love and affection,I  cry, I cry for freedom and empathy .

Mummer freedom is my song, dont you feel it, dont see it. My school age diminishes to total labourer I have world and stampaid my life remain scruked and shutterd, why,why!!! why must  i die for this . With every rising sun my skin grows weak and weary it pricks and crushes my borns turn to the left, turn to the right again and again. My life faids and faids ,no school , no life , no future. streams of misfortune follow me .Mummer!! do i die ametter to pay for our sins yet education is free. Do you value my right? Do respect my right, dont you show your love, dont you help me to mature, dont say no to child labour and yes to the right of the child. For I too have right respect them.shy, pleasure.

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