Her Genesis

He touched her:

A Father?

A monster?

Blood ran, tears streamed,

He called it love…

What a black lie!

The child trembled,

Too small to move,

Too afraid to scream,

Inside Vowing silently:

In a sea of hate,

Birthing a better place;

A healing community:

Loving without hemorrhage,

Touching without pain,

Repairing a world gone mad…

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