Alone, cold, and hurting-
does anyone hear my prayer?
I’ve lost all sense of feeling;
Why God don’t you hear?
I’m scared of every movement, every voice-
my life is full of fear.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way-
We were getting by; living life day by day.
I tried to help my mother
by gathering food to feed my sisters and brother.
We didn’t have of much, but at least we had each other.
Well one day, my dad went into town,
to see what he could sell;
and that when my life turned upside down.
They didn’t want his crops, they wanted me-
and made my life a living hell!
They said ” a maid she will be.
And in three years she’ll be free.”
And so for fifty dollars I was sold into servanthood
but not the kind I was told, the kind that brings you into womanhood.
But how could I, a child of only eight,
be quick to grow to feelings of resentment and hate.
Hating my father for not seeing the lie,
hating the fact I never got to tell my mother goodbye.
Hating the “madam” here, and wanting to die
Hating the men, who won’t stop, even though they see me cry…
…Oh, God, my Savior hear my plea
and send someone to rescue me!
