Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep
Little girl, Little girl
Come out to play
For what you hide I do seek
You know you want to play with me
My love for you is pure, most deep
Be a good girl now,
I’ll never tell,
Will you?
Sweet Child secrets you will keep
No one will believe you,
Shut the door
What happened: she says
He took my childhood
and with it me
Made me play his game,
Dirty bed
No pillow soft enough to lay my head
Stolen,
Trashed,
My childhood dreams
Buttons undone
Ripped
My seams
Innocence,
Now colored black
I hold,
Within me,
My little girl’s life of lies
His touch,
His sins,
I can not forget
I cry
I scrub
I wash
I scrub again
His hands
His breath
Won’t wash away
Andrea H.
Artist’s Notes:
Just the thoughts and images that coincide with my emotions while i wrote this have left me depleted of my ‘all’
It is incumbent upon EVERY adult to speak up for the children who have had their breath sucked out of their childhood’s of innocence and laughter.
NO child is supposed to hurt, sadly, too many adults can not handle the truths of the devastations of sexual abuse. statics do not lie. how can a society exist if children are continually robbed of themselves? how can we thrive? we can not!!!!!!!!!!
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