Take me, break me and make me, dear Lord Just what You want me to be. For, I thought I knew best, but life is a mess Bestow mercy and grace upon me. Help me discover how easy it is To be selfishly lost in my pride. Uncover weakness and greed in me So, I […]
November 22, 2011
Those traumas I’ve faced have not been easy I’ve often questioned their value in tears But it was allowed to shape my character So that into my life He could appear. I will not harbor anger or resentment Nor do I have a need for revenge For God has kept a record of every wrong […]
November 22, 2011
First and foremost, I will have you know that I am a survivor and a Christian. Secondly, I will share that I have been a victim of most types of abuse: childhood abuse, emotional abuse, physical abuse, sexual abuse, spouse abuse, religious abuse, criminal abuse and even self abuse. The icing on the cake was being […]
November 22, 2011
I want to sing and dance with my arms lifted high Grow a set of wings and soar into the sky. Splash in a puddle, catch raindrops on my tongue A chance to live the childhood, Satan robbed me of. I want to remain innocent, always believing Never afraid, to show what I am feeling. […]
November 22, 2011
My biggest battle comes from within I must sort my emotions and deal with them. My biggest fear, I see in the mirror An empty soul that has never learned to grow.
November 22, 2011
Standing here all alone I wonder if I can be seen. I am deep in thought with tears I don’t understand what’s happening. I am thinking, but not out loud I wonder if anybody hears me. I write these poems when in fear of life and all that surrounds me.
November 21, 2011
As a little girl growing up rarely was I tucked in. It’s a gift I’ve given my daughter everyday and now she is ten. The lights were out, a candle was lit you laid there by my side. Our prayers were lifted up to heaven you kissed me and we hugged goodnight.
November 21, 2011
Growing up I was always told That I’d never amount to anything good. I was always treated like an object For others to abuse whenever they wanted. I wasn’t allowed to show any feelings These I had to learn to bury.
November 21, 2011
My name is Jenny I’m only four I cannot smile My eyes are sore. You’ll never know How much I cry So many beatings I wonder why. I can’t make mistakes This I have learned Or I am punished With 3rd degree burns. I must never be bad Or I’ll go hungry I must be […]
November 21, 2011
There’s a little girl with tears in her eyes And people often wonder why She can’t understand what this world has come to So I write this song showing what faith can do (I tell her) Don’t be afraid my little child Wipe away those tears, let me see a smile Your understanding is as […]
November 20, 2011
Estimated read time: 15 minutes (based upon true events) Kidnapped Part 1 “Come on! Those guys want to talk to us,” Julie exclaims as she skips over to a black sedan that’s pulled up alongside the curb. I approach cautiously with a dubious expression on my face, stopping just behind the vehicle. Julie leans into […]
I am a Christian, a survivor of abuse, and a voice for the victims. A poet, author, speaker, and photographer. This is my story...
Jessie Jeanine 
November 23, 2011
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