Why God?

I am but a little girl;
In fact, I just turned five.
I lay here, hiding under my covers;
Thinking. "Why am I alive?"

I hear them fighting loudly;
He's been over drinking again.
Why does Mama fight this battle;
There's no way that she can win.

I cover my head with my blanket;
Please don't let him come and see.
God, just let him fall asleep;
Please keep him away from me!

He's such a very big man;
And he's never happy with us.
He never even talks to me;
Unless he wants to cuss.

If I lay here very quietly;
And keep the covers over my head;
Maybe he will stay downstairs;
Is this like being dead?.

The tears are starting to come now;
They fall upon my face.
I have to ask you God above;
"Why did you put me in this place?"

© Betty Hawkins 2003
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