bitterness shrieks through the alleyways
sadness hovers like a fog
the raging plea of hopelessness
reaches through the drunken screams
and tears at the soul of the child
who hears so clearly
waiting for the shadows to lift
waiting for the screams to succumb
to quiet cries
waiting for the Sun

I can not help but think. Think of those days in which I had no choice. I had no choice in saying no, in saying stop. My voice didn't matter, it had no meaning. I was just a little girl when it all started. It began with the looks, then the dreams. It ended with the touch of those who meant no good and only harm. The dreams never disappeared but the faith in a man returned. We should not hide because the voice within us matters. Our voice matters.