A Tremble Ripples Through Me
Sophie, Age 11, Markham, ON
                      You continue to scream.
I nod weakly,
Please, no more.

But it only gets worse.
You pull at my hair,
you call me names.

Tears stream down my face.
But your eyes, those horrible,
fire-bright eyes,
they show no pity.

I see flashes of pain.
Stop, please stop hurting me.
I won't tell the police.
I swear I won't tell anybody.
Just leave me alone.

Is this my fault?
Am I being too whiny?
Too spoiled?
Too bratty?

Please, I'm just a child.
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