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The five year-old child
Crawled In the darkness,
Trying to avoid the scurrying roaches,
And the discarded pieces of food
That littered the old wood floor.
The smell of whiskey hung in the air,
Along with the stink of vomit.
She heard noises and headed
For the door to the outside.
She heard the curses, and blows,
And screams that had been cut off.
She made her way through
The discarded beer bottles,
And the dirty clothes that smelled
Of ripe perspiration and old grease.
The girl stayed low to the hardwood floor
And knew, if she made a sound,
Footsteps would come, in her direction.
A razor strap would snap in the air
Before hitting her own backside.
She moved like a cat in the night
And pushed open the cracked door,
So she could pull herself through.
She crouched in the shadows
Of the porch, before racing across
The grass to a Sycamore tree.
Soon, she stretched out flat
Under the Sycamore’s branches
Whose leaves danced in the wind.
She looked through the canopy of leaves
In wonder to the heavens before her.
She saw the sky filled with stars,
And she traced her fingers
Across the Milky Way.
She saw the moon come up
And cast a silver path
Down to the earth.
She held out her hands
To catch the moon light,
That caressed her finger tips
Like a living thing.
“I choose,” she said.
“Here is where I belong.”
” I choose beauty, not ugliness.”
“I choose peace, not hatred,”
She closed her eyes and slept.
Yu/stan/kema