Another child’s eyes dried up from tears

They’ve held the weight of their trauma for years and years

Their little arms so small so frail

Forced to hold the weight of their parents’ fails

Their bodies a canvas for artistic mothers

Covered in splashes of multifarious colors

Trained to lie, cover, and excuse

Their delicate figures mistreated, abused

And into adulthood their abuse undone

Their chance of recovery slim to none

For it attaches to them like a parasite’s grip

Weighing them down like an anchored ship

The things they heard the things they saw

pierces their dreams like a dinosaur’s claws

Nightmares repeating again and again

Constantly bringing them back to when the trauma began

We need to act now let’s help end their pain

Show them the love they deserve to obtain

As the scars they hid soon comes to fruition

Revealing the things, they tried keep hidden

Soon what they’re used to will simply repeat

Birthing more generations of abuse and mistreat

A repeating cycle they may never escape

Save the children before it’s too late