I look at this girl who reflects me in a mirror

My mind tells me it’s me but I’m in denial

What has become of me?

I look at my body and I envy being made a girl

Lord why?

Maybe if I was a boy that uncle wouldn’t have taken

Advantage of me

Took away the only thing I walk tall about

Took away my pride, My mothers pride as well

That day still plays like it was yesterday

Lord I’m losing my mind, save me

Each day I feel a piece of me leaving my body

Lord what was I made for?

Suffering has become my daily bread

These thoughts are eating me alive

Save me lord,

Heal and remove this image in my head

What was I really made for?

I’m starting to realize that I’m dying in a very slow,

Painful manner

I’m dying suffering from a broken heart syndrome

Slowly but surely I’ll be a thing of the past

What was I really made for?

Lord save me.

Ps: This event hasn’t happened to me but this poem is for every girl who’s been taken advantage of. May the Good lord heal your heart, May he make you whole again. May he cleanse that image stuck in your mind . Don’t allow those thoughts to kill you, find someone to talk to, vent it all out. Sending love and light my Angel’s. To read more of my poems and novels kindly visit @ Siwe’s writings on Facebook