• I let out a cry,
    As you shove me into a wall,
    Of the darkened hall,
    I slid down to a sitting position,
    As you worsen my condition,
    My eyes blurred by tears,
    But you can't seem to hear.

    I am a girl,
    You should treat me fair,
    Instead of yelling and hitting,
    And pulling out my hair.

    Leaving me crying,
    In the dark,
    You start to breaking and throwing,
    Things that are sharp,
    Glass start to fly,
    I hope it gets into your eye,
    But instead it hits me in the thigh.

    I am a girl,
    You should treat me fair,
    Instead of yelling and hitting,
    And pulling out my hair.

    Police arrives at the door,
    And they pin you to the floor,
    They take me to a home,
    Where I'm kept safe and warm,
    They tell me your in hell,
    And as I'm going to a nice family,
    You'll die in a cell.

    I am a girl,
    Who is being treated fair,
    No more yelling or hitting,
    or pulling out my hair.