Living the Human experience

Don’t judge her so harshly, she did not want to be this way

She didn’t want to think and feel the way she does

She did not want to have these scars in her soul

This woman she has become full of mistrust and fear.

Don’t judge this woman so harshly, she was once a little girl

A little girl that was giving a dose of life brutality too soon to comprehend

Her innocent betrayed by lusty hands

Her beautiful smile fades as pain and fear painted her face.

Balled up in the corner bruised and shaking no rescuer in sight.

Shamed and disgust she wonders to herself, what is wrong with me?

This little girl grew up into a woman but the same question lingers, why me? What is wrong with me?

“Because something had to be wrong with me to cause those lusty hands to creep into my temple and defile it, something had to deem me unworthy to exist. “She cried out loud.

So don’t judge her so harshly that little girl is still inside balled up in the corner bruise and shaking

And still no rescuer in sight.

Micheline Jean Louis