Stunned by her gaze
Shocked after knowing her age
Mere a human shape of fourteen
Forced to obey each stranger
Fake smile on her moony face
Obedient walk to get unlace
Torn and tired she struggled to forget
How she was betrayed by her fate
They called her a darling dawn
A bleak has now befriended this fawn
Folded hands eyes closed concentrated on One asking Him
Why You sent me here to be
a container
Of all your dirt
You are the dirt as your creations
O Lord! Forget not We mistakenly made You God.
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