little
girlmaking a corruption known in the hearts of many not
within- without a joy and a sense of self-worth shame hugging
in these barren halls that are filled with hate and fighting for a cause
to kill "because commercials are more important than little baby
blue" and will they ever know regret? but it's too late now
the tables are turned empty, naked on this bed with legs spread open
alone no one ever told me this alone no going back but if i only
knew God guide me now my thin fragile body is broken now and
to a world that says "of your own": i wish i could scream
"i saw it, i saw it on the table" these arms are real this blood
is human blood this hate "i felt hate that night" it doesn't
make sense when self kicks in and pink pillows that once felt so soft
and warm now scrape my face in the night these scars- my self-
one night in black satin little arm please hold me up in diamonds/
in crosses little belly keep me up to hold on to gentleness and
to know that a little arm and little belly were made my little
girl was made and we can feel worth and not feel water on our faces
2 seconds after the fact we don't realize that looking forward to
a white cloud is all that matters - Amy January 2003
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