A girl was very little; A toddler when she was hit; On the head by her mother. Girl has to live brain injured. Mother doesn't love her daughter. A girl was abused when little; Cried and cried and with her breath Survived. Brain injury is part of life, She walks with a cane, does what she can. Mother doesn't love her daughter. A woman knows her mother didn't love her; She stays away and seeks her own comfort; Good people aid her in living life; She hopes of real love and her family. Mother doesn't love her daughter. Days go by, further the woman is away; Not with her mother, better she becomes; Relieved, rested, peaceful, hopeful, happy. There is no more violence in her life. There is no more violence in her life.
Although I have a brain injury this poem isn’t about me. I came about my brain injury in a different way.