Dear God
I’ve been hurt in more than I am allowed to say.
While he’s having his fun I try to run away.
I hide under my bed hoping he won’t find me.
Through my tears it’s hard to see.
I can’t be what he wants me to be.
A boy!
Instead a girl with a huge void.
God what is my purpose from falling from heaven?
I’m a woman at age seven.
Why can’t I find a way to back to you.
At least I know what you say is true.
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