Three Monkeys

Hands that could of easily lead to safety belonged to the three monkeys.They pretended not see, hear or speak out about the tragedy unfolding in front of them.Leaving a powerless child to fend for their self then question- why we didn't say anything.

Half asleep pretending not to hear the whispers and laughter from classmates as I walked the halls dressed in misery. Covering the rainbow of bruises left on baby soft skin. Souvenirs from the midnight rendezvous so you could chase yours no pot of gold at the end of either. 

I heard....
Echoes still ringing in child like ears drunken degrading slurs. Blamed for your misfortune and half  lived life for a long time believed every word.

I saw.....
Images of a world no child should ever see remained burned into innocent eyes. Between every hurtful word falling fists out of nowhere. Scars inflicted may have faded into flesh toned lines. I still feel them.

Could not speak.....
The child remains silent they were never given a voice. The only life they have ever known unable to recognize good intentions. Out of fear,shame and a need to survive. What choice did we have?

Tear drops spent in silence reflections of a lost child. Daily reminders of what I had and what you claim I was-nothing. I gave you unconditional love. Yours came with strings attached turning me into a puppet. I carry that child who believed if only... Became numb to survive it was easier to be invisible easily done when your never really seen.  
 
But no more...
References of stolen innocence but I reclaim mine, the guilt is yours.

Through an ink filled pens we are finally heard with each word a step closer to being more than just a survivor. In hopes to open every blind eye so they can listen with compassion. To prove we are more than just animals.