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  • I Am Their Voice at sharepoetry
    I am her voice; / The little girl who cries alone. / Who peers from behind a wall, / whose moan forever drones. / She shrinks back in pain, / As fist strikes face. / Blood drifts from her lip, / Her father calls her a disgrace. / I am her