We are More
I was forbidden to hang posters in the restraunt where I am holding an awareness against trafficking and book signing meeting.
Reason given was that it was a subject that is to sensitive and sick people might not be comfortable with it.
I ask you if it is truly too offensive and I should not be offended at the censorship and being told that I and other abused need to shut up in order for others to feel comfortable.Please let me know.
The picture above is the exact poster 5x7 I wanted to post.
I was told being upset meant I needed healing NO I THINK it means I am tired of being further abused by idiots!
Did I mention I was expected to promote outside the place all I could.
I watched as they tortured you your tiny body was wrecked with pain,
I saw the light in your eyes fade into emptiness as I filled with disdain,
To them but a game, wounding a child what from this evil did they gain.
Now it is my turn their games to play were you the lucky ones set free,
I lay in fear seeking relief I look into the air seeing nothing let me Be,
My pleas to stop go unheard as heartless beast force themselves on me
I am let go my bloody body feels no pain for it is my heart that aches,
I search for solace, I find none I must hold on no matter what it takes,
My soul is mine not for men to steal, Now I will fight for all your sakes.
Free from the ugly clutch of life’s cruel indifference I am lucky to be alive
The calling to arms against the foes, who once tried to deny me to survive,
Now in triumph forward on I go, monster know you now that I THRIVED
As I gaze into the sky looking at the blending of the rainbow the light reflections and marvel at it’s splendor I see a cloud drifts by,
Instead of monsters scary and mean from days gone by, I see a puppy playing free.
I realize that it is how we choose to see things that determine how far we’ve come look at the colors of the rainbow showing us the storms are past, find the playful happy side for so long you had to hide.
Weeping willow, why do you weep?
I weep for children still owned
The raped and abused
For their happiness unknown
For the search of Freedom refused
For the innocent blood bitterly spilled.
I weep for the souls with joy unfulfilled
I weep for the humans who turn away
Not so much as a word to say
To save these souls on which evil preys.
Willow lift up your branches high
Give to the wind your lonesome cries.
I too will carry your words
Till every heart hears
Till everyone knows
The cause of your tears
The source of your Woes.
The secrets some children know
The source of their tears that bitter flow
Till someone will stand and fight
Till all children know freedoms glorious light.
The reason I fight!
To rescue the precious lives form their foes!
~My God in Heaven hear my prayer
my life has fallen to despair~
~My day’s leave me but in distress
help me to end this loneliness~
~Give me someone to have and hold
to be together and grow old~
~No longer can I be alone
my heart’s not made of what is stone~
~Forsaken so long by love…
Learn to fly with the spirit of eagles, walk with the pride of lions, shout with the voice of love and run the race of life with grace.
We find peace in accepting ourselves. Start by loving yourself now not your former self.
Become the voice in the wind that calls out of darkness to those still trapped within the tempest.
Light a path with your love, guide others to a place of thriving as only a survivor can.