Today I stepped out of my own skin and into another less fun
Upon this day I learned my life would never be the same
I now had to become a mother at the age of five and be molested till my age of 13
I cant sit and cry no more you see.
My baby sister is crying out for her ma again, so I must attend her and have no tears in my eyes.
Here comes my brother, to rescue me? No, but to worship my father who is just a man without a heart.
What about my older sister? No, not her either.
Momma, where are you?
Why cant I have a better daddy who didn't hurt me so?
Does God hate me?
No, that can't be so. He even told me he didn't.
The years passed by, and I grew and grew.
And look here, my broken heart is being renewed.
So please I ask leave it alone
Cause it has been through much more than you could ever know.
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