Wounded in the process her development…
It is said that the FATHER – The utmost Divine – Is the True Light,
Within the original Creation Family
Now on this Earth, we have a shortage of that light
It is evident in dysfunctional families
How would you stand as a man for your family; without the FATHER’s Light?
Or commonly, how can you stand without God?

Before you were a father, you were a hunter
Hounding pretty girls in nice dresses
And then you were a lover, you had a partner, or several partners for that matter
Then came the coalescence of souls, *** in physicality as it were
She swallowed your seed and a child you did breed
You were two, now you are three
  Consequences of a rush of blood and intimacy

BUT… This all happened before the both of you could completely develop, heal all your emotional scars from childhood
And your descendant carries in her
    The streams of these emotional scars
    In a letter she wrote:

~~… Father, mother, why do you bring me onto this Earth,
The boys are cruel and I do not know how to belong
I search for love and whenever I think
I have found it, my heart gets broken
My ******* get taken as a token
I am no longer a ******, my emotions have awoken

Promises were made but never kept
I feel a huge void in my self-esteem
So I have convinced myself that being promiscuous will make me feel awesome…
At least I get taken to nice places,
Some of the guys aren't rough,
I get shoes, bags and nice clothes…
Some of them are sweet you know, they buy me cosmetics and don’t really
Rush to have  ***
Now *** I can’t get over, what is this sickness that makes me wanna
Undress, spread my legs and *** constantly?
Why do I feel the urge to taste everything my hormones respond to?

Why am I so afraid? Searching for security in material things and my glamorous reputation,
Not to mention my huge nonsensical ego
I know I am beautiful and by this I can get a lot I want from men…
But every time I am dropped off, all alone in my room, staring at the wall; I am scared and lonely
Crying is not enough
And dreaming is not enough
I want to be loved, I need to be loved
I want to be treated like a queen
I want to know that I am everything to someone
I wish that I will be someone’s breath and he my air

I want a car, a big house, trips overseas
I want kids, a strong man and a loving father.
Parents of mine, who am I?
Why am I afraid? Why was I born to see so many storms?
In truth I am just a little girl who yearns for warmth, I am just
A little girl searching for the FATHER’s Light so I can feel at home. I cannot wait to grow…~~