I stand before you now.
Bloodied, bruised and afraid.
Knowing that tomorrow will come and I will receive a beating just like I did today.
But as I lay down to sleep at the end of this day.
I will look to heaven and make a vow...
In the prayer that I say:
Lord,
I know that I am too small to be heard right now...I am to weak to fight back.
But as I stand and endure what must come from her wicked hands, let be be strong enough understand that this was not your plan.
You did not plan for me to be beaten, you did not plan for me to go unheard.
Help me to stand strong...to fight back...to be heard...
Within the gift of these fragile written words...
mommy please don't
