A young girl once played amongst the treetops in the country 
Inspired by the nature; in awe of its bounty

Suddenly, her sense of safety was shattered
Neglected by the people who she thought mattered

Where minutes turned into hours
Then hours turned into days 
Morphed into years of living in survival mode
perpetual fear 

She escaped with her books
Dreaming of ancient world wonders 
all while no one cared to look
at what was truly occurring 

The slow degradation of one's childhood
Impacted by devilish intentions 
things no one dared to mention 

Lying to herself was easier 
than crying to someone else 
Who would believe "the strong one"? 
Why didn't she say no? 

What was she wearing when it happened? 
Isn't she just a hoe?