When you look into my eyes
what do you see?
Do you see a child that is full of joy
like the child on a Christmas morning day
who just received many of Santa’s toys?
Do you see a child that is bother
by the fact that she does not know
her real father, but she is about to lose
the only man that called her his daughter?
Do you see a child who is in unexplainable pain
because she was taken by the children’s welfare system
when her mother fell into depression and became insane?
Do you see a child who is in fear, but eager to flee
from all the burdens of hurt and pain
that could had been prevented
if she had a strong caring family?
Do you see a child that is terribly confuse
who is mentally trying to understand
why she is suffering from physical and sexual abuse?
Not only by her evil caretakers
but also by the ones who placed her into their hands
the children’s welfare system partakers?
Do you see a child whose innocence is shatter
who was forced into a code of silence
like a slayed pig with an apple in its mouth
placed onto a shiny silver platter?
Now look into my eyes again
and tell me what you see….
Do you now see a woman who resemble the child
that was with joy, pain, hurt, and confusion?
Because the child you saw in my eyes
is now the woman that you see right now
and her name is Me.
~Author Chontate Brown~
~Pass Around By Man But Not Passed Over By God~