Angel

Angel is the sign of beauty

but I see the scars all over her body.

Angel is the sign of beauty. 

Behind her eyes is a world of pain.

Angel is the sign of beauty.

The fear of home runs across her face.

 

This poor little girl.

Deaf and alone. 

She breaks my heart

more than she can ever know. 

While she's at school,

Angel walks brave and tall.

But, when Angel goes home

she is just so small.

 

My Angel, My Angel.

I wish I could have taken you with me. 

Away from the place where you are broken and beat.

Away from the pain that I want to wipe off your face.

I wanted to save you.

But I can't keep you away from your parents. 

Even though they can't talk to you, or even understand you, 

You my darling still belong to them.

 

So what I need you to do,

is keep talking with your hands.

Maybe some day,

your parents will understand.

Your sign means Beauty, 

and your name is Angel.

For you, My darling.

My prayers will be faithful. 

 

I love you my Beauty.

I love you my Angel.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I worked in a deaf school across the world from my home. There was a little girl who looked so strong and full of life. Although I have very limited sign language and it was different because we were from two different continents, Angel loved to "talk" to me. Then, I was told her story. When she goes home from boarding school she is neglected. Her family doesn't treat her like a person but more like a slave used for work and sex. This girl will not ever leave my mind, but it makes me glad that she at least gets to be at school most of the year away from them. Yes, her real name is Angel and yes, her sign language name really does mean Beauty.

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