This is a poem based on mine and my friends life :/ hope you like it... the title may be confusing but hopefully you get it :/ An angel, Born into the arms of the devil, She didn't ask for this life, But it is hers anyway. She would sit on the stairs, Every day, Hearing the screams, Feeling the pain, That her mum felt, Why did she have this curse? She believed, Others had it worse. Every time he spoke, Every time he called her his little girl, She would want to cry, But not a tear would roll down her face, She wouldn't let him think he had power over her, Like he had over her mum. When she would walk around on the streets, Late at night, Shadowing in the moonlight, With her battered teddy bear, And the same clothes from yesterday, She would look at the flats in-front of her, They looked like gravestones, Each lit up window, Was like a word engraved in her gravestone, She would stand there, Still listening to her mother plead for help, And she would pray, For a better day. Smashed bottles everywhere, Broken hearts on the floor, Broken hope laid everywhere, This was a nightmare But she wouldn't let a tear roll down her check, "I am strong" she would say, Every time she lay on her floor, She would say that till she fell asleep, She was scared to sleep, In-case he came into her room again, And beat her down, Make her feel like use-less trash. But she would smile, To keep her mum going, But that smile was a lie, Her mum would tell her that daddy doesn't hurt her, He loves them both, But that was a lie like her smile, When you've never met love it's hard to recognize fear. When he brought her bouquets of bruises and a chocolate box full of excuses, Her mum believed it was love, But this girl didn't, She knew exactly what was going on, She may of been little, But she was smarter than you thought. She heard her mum cry, Every night, Every day, Would this stop? Not until he would leave, But that never happened, Once he had a victim, He would finish the job. But this girl had enough, She marched over to her dad, When he was kicking her mum, And stood right in-front of him, He looked at her, Then threw her aside, She stood back up and walked over to him again, Her mother laid there in pain, Amazed at her daughter, And what she was doing. He started screaming in her face, But she didn't mind, Finally, He knocked her out, And walked away, Leaving his wife and daughter, On the floor. Years went by painfully, And she decided she was going to stop this all, Once and for all, She was hearing her mum scream again, Then silence.... She knew what had happened, She put her doll down, Walked to her door, And slowly began to creep downstairs, Where she saw him, And her mum, She walked over, Towards the body on the floor, The body was surrounded by blood, But she didn't care, Her dad shuffled away a little, The girl sat down beside her mum, And kisses her forehead, Still a tear didn't roll down her face, She hugged her mums lifeless body, And looked at her dad, He smiled at her, She hated that smile, She stood up and spoke to him. “You took an angel, And destroyed it's life, You made it believe, You were the one, You would beat her up, Then call her Hun, Do you feel better now? And she lays lifeless, Before you. Do you know what pain you cause her? A life started with hope and humanity, Ended with murder.” This was the moment none of you live, On your fifth birthday, Hopefully not even on your birthday, But this girl lived it, And she grew up with it. When you see her today, She will smile, And say, “My smile is a slammed door, Its a no-entry sign, Its a poem that doesn't rhythm, But that's OK, Because I'm fine”