The Story
This is the story of the girl who cried.
She cried for help.
She cried for love.
She cried for happiness.
This is the story of the girl who cried.
This is the story of the girl who smiled.
She smiled for all the good memories she could remember.
Smiling at all the times she felt love.
Smiling at all the times she felt valued.
This is the story of the girl who smiled.
This is the story of the girl who cried.
She cried for all the times she was alone,
Before the big bad man came in.
She cried for all the times she told him to stop,
Before the big bad man gave her long lasting trauma.
This is the story of the girl who cried.
This is the story of the girl who smiled.
She smiled as she looked at her bundle of joy.
She smiled because all the suffering was worth it.
She smiled because she finally had someone that could love her.
This is the story of the girl who smiled.
This is the story of the girl who cried.
She cried for all the times she fought too late.
She cried for all the times she begged for love.
She cried for all the times her father was the big bad man.
She cried for all the times her bundle of joy asked for his father.
This is the story of the girl who cried.
This is the story of the girl who smiled.
She smiled as she told her story to the crowd.
She smiled as she heard the first clap followed by the multiple chorus
She smiled as she saw her son in the crowds clapping the hardest.
She smiled because she realised she had outlived her abusers.
This is the story of the girl who survived.
This is the story of the survivor.
Copyright © Chigozirim Ubah | Year Posted 2023
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