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I Blame God!
Because when I came home from school with a lunch box and mini bear.
My uncle stood in front of me and gave me a cold stare and told me to go upstairs and wait there.
I did just that but curiosity had me scared,
More scared than being locked in a casket filled with tarantulas there.
As he came upstairs and entered my room his smile was cold.
He stared at me and told me to take off my clothes but I said "NO"!!
So he forced it off me and told me to do as I'm told!!"
I cried trying to break free from his tight hold but he's too strong and wouldn't let go.
I screamed and tears began to flow as I watch my uncle taking off his clothes.
As he rammed his impurities into my purified soul,
I felt sicker than a patient with full blown AIDS flowing out of control.
I cried like a child having nightmares and afraid to close his eyes.
Cried like a child without his mother by his side.
Cried like a child with wolves surrounding him.
Cried like a child in the deep end of the pool but it's only his tears he's drowning in.
I Blame God!
After my uncle playing his video games he calls for my name
I be hiding under the bed praying that his mind is change.
But it never goes my way so God is who I blame.
Because as I'm being dragged on the floor he treats me like one of his whores as he videotapes me for his sexual gain.
Every time I look at him my stomach turn it's back on him.
It's like the devil on my shoulders and I'm running laps with him.
Cutting my tongue gives me a reason why I can't chat with him.
And when he thinks about molesting me I pray that his manhood and everything else collapse with him.
I Blame God!
No bath or clothe can wash away the shame.
Because I can keep washing and washing and still feel the same.
I was an 8 year old child crying for help.
I rather die hoping he feel how I felt,
Like cutting my arms and lynching him with my veins.
Cutting my chest open and forcing my heart in his eye sockets passing his optics so he can see my pain.
Some say I'm insane,
And I guess I am because the definition of insane is traumatic experiences entering the skull eating the inside of your brain.
I was so mad at God I wanted his blood dripping from the sky,
And every time I look in the mirror the mirror cries.
I Blame God!
Every time I stand next to him I throw up,
And just when I'm about to hang myself God shows up.
He said, "You want to die and you think that you should,
But what the enemy meant for bad I can turn it around for your good".
Then God took me in the universe and show me planet Earth upside down.
He said, "Every time the world is spinning around, every chains that was bound on the youth are falling to the ground.
When your uncle wanted you dead I kept you alive.
And when you cried I sent angels from the sky to wipe the tears from your eyes.
I know you're going through it.
I even protect you from receiving AIDS from your uncle but you never knew it.
You thought I abandoned you,
But your thoughts are not of my thoughts, neither your ways my ways.
Wisdom I love you and I will never leave you nor forsake you,
And before you entered your mother's womb, being victorious in every areas of your life is how I created you".
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Alessa is just seven years old when her uncle rapes her for the first time. As the years pass, his sexual appetite becomes more voracious and his perversion more twisted, until the abuse has become almost a daily ritual, with the unspoken involvement of the girl’s mother. At the age of sixteen, after the death of her only friend, Alessa finds herself at the mercy of her real-life monster, with no relief in sight. She flees her home to escape this hell, only to find herself descending into a more dangerous one. Alone and helpless in the streets of North Philadelphia, she encounters more human predators who want to take over her life and devour her. About to hit rock bottom, Alessa manages to break away from her new tormentors and finds refuge in a shelter for homeless and abused women. Wherever she goes, however, trouble keeps seeking her out, until she meets three people who change the course of her life forever. Though Alessa’s bittersweet journey is perpetually fraught with challenges, she does, nevertheless, manage to find fleeting moments of joy along the way. But as she begins to settle down, a ghost from the past comes to haunt her again, threatening to destroy the very foundation of her small world and plunging her back into an abyss of despair, until she makes her final bid for escape.