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She doesn't know it yet
There is nothing that could ever make hurting a child okay
The hand of the girl, who was a woman too soon
She walks through life with a smile
She politely nods to answer him
He denies ever hurting her
She doesn’t know it yet but he enjoys her torture
She can’t see the sun on bright days.
She hides beneath the darkness of the shades.
He will lie to them all to keep them away.
She doesn’t know it yet but her life will soon change.
She doesn’t ask for help because she thinks she is fine
She learned long ago it’s easier to believe his lies
He looks at her and he never really cared
She doesn’t know it yet, but he’s in for the kill
She never saw it coming because her eyes were closed
She was looking the other way when he came at her
I saw you, you stupid bitch-I saw you look at him
I will make you pay-take my sin
When he was finished torturing her
She fell to the ground where she stayed broken and hurt
He yelled once or twice with calmness in his voice
For her to get up and bring his dinners choice
Something snapped that day, deep within her soul,
The choice was now hers and it was him or her
She looked in the mirror and she saw herself
When did this woman get here, when did I get to hell?
He yelled once more and when he looked up.
It was a different woman who stood their firm
She held up her hand and extended her arm
He didn’t have a chance to try to plea with her
The noise was loud, and it was quick
The blood ran quickly and it ran thick
She remembered her life before he found her
And she was done being the one left to hurt
When the police showed up,
She was still standing there,
Beaten and bloody as they walked in
She didn’t move-as the men came close
“Its okay little miss- we aren’t here to cause you more hurt”
With those words she looked up and saw his face.
A policeman was standing there with kindness and grace
What going to happen to me?” she asked as she pulled at her stained dress.
“We are going to help you”, he replied as he looked at her.
“Who is this man”? the officer asked.
She replied, “This is my mother’s husband and my silencer”
The officer took the hand of the girl who was a woman far too soon.
He took her to a place to sleep and a place to recover from years of abuse.
Years of hell and deep, deep scars,
She’s now a mother, and she still hears his calls.
She had to finally come to terms and admit what he did to her.
So she could see the strength and worth hidden deep within her.
He lost his life so she could find hers.
And the kindness from another gave her back to the world.
Look around and see there are people who care
Let them in if you find that you need the help.
Child Abuse is very real for far too many children
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