I sit at my desk
am I on your mind today?
The judge made his ruling.
You keep saying I am lying.
Honesty –it what you taught.
Everyone is sad now.
No one won, do you feel it.
I lost some innocence.
Never will that be mine again.
Forever I will be scarred.
Mom says you are sick.
She says that we need to pray.
What do I say to God?
Dad do you cry like mom does?
Oh Dad how could you do this?
Donna Marr
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