Look at me,
Do i look like your average child?
In the outside maybe i do,
But inside me im not, im going wild.

Memories run in my head,
Like a private movie for only me to see
and the biggest memory of all,
is the one of you beating me.

My mother wouldn't do such a thing,
The same with my father.
It was my always-drunk uncle,
that did all the bother.

Every night he found it ammusing,
to burn me with his lighter.
But i never gave in and died,
i guess im just a fighter.

I went threw this, from age four to age six.
Thats two years of fearing,
two years of sobing, balling, crying and tearing.
Thats two years, too many.



Words- My uncle died when i was six. So i still had a couple years to make
up for half of my childhood wasted. I told my mom and every one i loved. I
was a smart child, i took a picture of my broken body every night to prove
my family one day that i was a victim of uncle jim. Over the coarse of those
two years i had bruises, scars, bloody lips, broken ribs, legs, arms, and
everything else you could imagine. It took me 2 months after my uncle jim
died to tell my family, and it took 7 years to reveale it to the world. I
know that there are millions of kids just like i was that are still going
threw this. And i pray for them every night. Maybe if all of you do too, god
can hear us and save those kids. Please i am asking you nicely, pray for the
unloved and make them feel loved!


 
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