Today is not a good day for me.
It is a grim day.
I can see myself falling down a bottomless pit,
I am a heap on the floor,
I can’t see the beauty that surrounds me,
All I feel is misery.
I am not crying, because I don’t have eyes,
I have two holes in my face where my eyes should be,
I can’t see the beauty that sorrounds me.
Today the triggers have a hold on me,
I can’t breath they have their hands over,
My Mouth again,
So great is my pain.
My screams are silent they are indeed violent.
I hope that the angels will carry me away today,
Where children can be free,
Unlike me.
I run but they always catch me,
I so hate what they will do to me.
My best dress is ripped and torn,
I wish that I was never born.
I put my hands together and pray that tomorrow,
I will have a better day.
That God will keep the rapist away,
And tomorrow will be my day.
By Dorothy Maude