There once was a girl
Who was raised by a man
With eyes black as night
And heavily calloused hands
He taught her some things
She wouldn’t otherwise know
They caused long-term effects
Such as trauma and sorrow
This affected her whole life
A long shadow cast over
Trust was hard to find
She couldn’t forget what he showed her
When you look in this girls eyes
You can see the pain she has endured
You can see the fear and anguish
But also the love that she’s secured
She’s so hard to understand
What defines this girl? You ask
Is it the things that happened to her?
Is it what happened in her past?
She certainly thinks so
As she gazes in the mirror
She covers her face as she cries
And hopes no one can hear her
She wonders about her future
And if it even exists
She thinks she may well die soon
If good fortune permits
It’s hard, she thinks, to live like this
In constant fear and anxiety
She hardly knows how to fit
Into this unforgiving society
So she takes
A blade
A rope
Some pills
Until
One day
Finally
She stills
The dark consumes her
She likes it here
No pain, no sorrow
No more fear
No one can touch her
She’s safe from harm
She feels so free
For once, disarmed
And while she rests here
In this place
Anxious friends
And family pace
Please don’t go
They cry, so scared
We need you here with us
No one compares
Little one, please
You are not defined by
The things you went through
Or what they describe
You are here
And you are whole
You are precious
And full of soul
Little one, please wake up
We are all here waiting
For the moment you open your eyes
We can feel you fading
She wonders why
And how she ended up here
She wonders, again, why
She won’t just disappear
Her eyes fly open
A cry of despair
She sees all of her loved ones
Huddled in prayer
Her chest tightens
Tears fill her eyes
They hold her tight
And comfort her as she cries
One day she’ll see, they say
How much life has to offer
But she knows she’ll always be
The rapists daughter
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