Recovery

I cry with my brown eyes

I hear with my little ears

I feel with my beating heart, oh how fast it beats

I cry in my room hoping no one hears me

Hoping they don’t see my pain

Hoping they don’t see the oceans I’ve made

I tell lies to hide my pain..

I cry with my brown eyes

I hear with my little ears

I feel with my beating heart, oh how fast it beats

I hear my dad yelling at my mom

I run with my brothers and hide in the closet so he won’t come yell at us next

I hear my mom yelling “leave the kids alone!”

But it’s too late he found us and there’s no way to run away.

I let my little brothers run to mamma, while I stay behind to be my dads little toy he can hit away..

I cry with my brown eyes

I hear with my little ears

I feel with my beating heart.. oh how fast it beats.

My cousin said we were going to play a game

I wanted to have some fun so I said “sure, ok!”

It wasn’t a game of me.. it was a game for him.

All I had to do was lay there and not say a thing

I felt everything he did, I couldn’t do anything

He was too strong and I was too weak so all I did was play along..

Lay there and didn’t say a thing..

I cry a lot with my brown eyes

I hear a lot with my little ears

I feel a lot with me beating heart.. oh how fast.. it beats.

- Speak up. Don’t stay quite. No matter what age. What gender. What race. You matter. Your voice matters. Your story matters.