Your hunger for wanting what was between my legs at the age of five. All the blood coming out making me empty inside. My childhood being torn away like a leaf floating in the air. Endless nights of seeing my mother cry for love that can never be heard. Men coming in and out the house as if where a rest stop. That little girl’s warm little hand gripping to my finger smiling. A new life being brought to this same misery. I soon stepped up began to start a new chapter for you little one.