Christina is my name and I am a victim of child abuse
Hold the “get over it” the phrase is of no use
I was beaten, molested, raped, and starved just to name a few
Left alone beat up and bruised yes its sad but true
Do you know someone this is happening to? What will YOU do?
Away, away the people look never ever looking at me
But you see, though you all look away; I’m still here in misery
Up, up go my prayers to god, “PLEASE get me out of here”
“Seize me up and take away all my fear” but my
Endless cries go unheard and I’m stuck here all alone

Christina Bledsoe

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