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Who's A Prisoner? poem
Who's A Prisoner?
Do you know what it is like
To feel protected
Only in the presence
Of closed shades
And locked doors
And even then at times feel unsafe?
Daddy walks around
Going to wherever he may please.
I was once the prisoner,
Yet he still holds the keys.
The law says he can't harm me
And the time goes slowly by.
Do they know the torture that's still present
With every tear I cry?
I can't tell them how much
It hurts me
To know they let him roam.
Do they know I'm still imprisoned
In a place I should call home.
The law they say was made to protect me
And yet it's so unfair.
The victim waits and cries for justice
As abusers roam and breathe the air.
By Victoria R. Kelly



