Little Soldiers

Facing an enemy three times our size.
We go to battle alone with no guns for protection.
Our fists are tiny.
We are powerless against a large man.
We endure the tormenting agonizing acts of adults
bent on controlling us for their passion.
We cannot speak
because little soldiers have no voice.  

M.B.

PAINTINGS

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DRAWINGS

I started drawing on paper bags because they're cheap and they offer a neutral background great for felt tipped pen or pastel.