When she was ten yrs old

Her voice wasn't heard

Nobody paid attention

To a little girls pain

And seen the tears in her eyes

She stopped talking

When they ask her whats wrong with you now ?

She wouldn't say anything

But open her backpack

Pull out her Gi joe notebook

Go to a certain page and hand it to them they would read

Then scream at her,

She didn't shed a tear just grab her book and walk away

It was to a point where she stopped sharing all together ,

Go to her room

And listen to her favorite song

The crossroads by robert johnson and cry ,

She became attached to her notebook write in it every day all day

Til one day the man who is the reason she is the way she is

Fearing men grabbed her book

Slapped her and threw it in the fire

She took off running through the canyon to her favorite place and grabbed her other journal

He always found it

And did the same thing

Til this day she hides her notebooks through out the house ...