Little Orphan Annie
[Nostradomus]
To all the little children: -- The happy ones; and sad ones;
The sober and the silent ones; the boisterous and glad ones;
The good ones -- Yes, the good ones, too; and all the lovely bad ones
The crowded street her playground is, a patch of blue her sky;
A puddle in a vacant lot her sea where ships pass by:
Poor little orphan girl of ten, the city smoke and grime
Taint every cooling breeze she gets throughout the summer time;
And she is just as your girl is, a child who loves to play,
Except that she is drawn and white and cannot get away.
And she would like the open fields, for often in her dreams
The angels kind of bear her off to where are pleasant streams,
Where she may sail a splendid boat, sometimes she flies a kite,
Or romps beside a shepherd dog and shouts with all her might;
But when the dawn of morning comes she wakes to find once more
That what she thought were sun-kissed hills are rags upon the floor.
Then through the hot and sultry day she plays at "make-pretend,"
The alley is a sandy beach where all the rich folks send
Their little boys and girls to play, a barrel is her boat,
But, oh, the air is tifling and the dust fills up her throat;
And though she tries so very hard to play, somehow it seems
She never gets such wondrous joys as angels bring in dreams.
Poor little orphan girl of ten, except that she is pale,
With sunken cheeks and hollow eyes and very wan and frail,
Just like that little girl of yours, with same desire to play,
Fond of the open fields and skies, she's built the self-same way;
But kept by fate and circumstance away from shady streams,
Her only joy comes when she sleeps and angels bring her dreams
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[WhiteOut]
"How does one smile when one is punished for talking?
And how does one enoy life when papa's always stalking?
Sleepless nights when the dry, cold air rushes on my skin,
cause' papa pirates my covers when the evening drinking begins.
Stomach runs cold, papa is yelling at mama at the table,
and he never warmed my porage, and to swallow i'll be unable.
Quiet I sit, watch the rain drops race down the window.
What joy it would be to have a friend! That i'll never know.
I dare not speak of waht i've done at class today.
They never listen! Papa will just strike or scold me anyway.
Bruises paint my bottom, papa's belt came upon me.
Oh how I urge to run away! As tears roll down slowly.
Quickly, as they sleep, i'll pack up my pillow case,
never again will I be ashamed to go out and show my face."
The fountains mingle with the river, and the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever, with a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single, all things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle, why not I with thine?
See the mountains kiss high heaven, and the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven, if it disdain'd its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea—
What are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?
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[Siege]
I've been taken by Satan, forsaken
My diary pages are fateful embraces
of pains adjacent reflecting the demonstrations
of hate
towards me, this is my prayer
You hated me. I was a dark, plain-faced, unsavory
creature God gave human features and shape. Crazily
you berated me from your battered home in hell’s catacombs
I fell victim to the spells you dispelled in tragic tones.
you hated me…or better yet, you most likely despised.
Brightly with pride, said you chose for those like me, to not die!
but face death while alive!
And the ones i called family
you damned me
You wanted me gone, often said it in no subtle words
No rebuttal was necessary for every ugly utterance heard
bubbling outta your lips. And yet still… I loved you
Tho’ no doubt about it you’d flip,
said, I ain’t amountin’ to shit!
Said I was a mountain of shit-colored skin and other hymns
you hummed and sung your disdain, with the other kids.
Sure enough, growin’ up, You never left me! Never let me
accept myself…when no one else could except myself.
You convinced me I was ugly…then you’d touch me roughly.
Gently pinch me, nightly. Tightly, clutch me. Struck me!
Stroke me. Hold me closely… PLEASE!...
I was a feign for being choked where it could be openly seen
And My next rude awakening?
I went home again, on friday with a devilsih fellow named he called himself hannible
little did i know, he was actually a
*His car pulls up on the corner of eighth and cannibal*
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