Raped by the system, I’d rather my eyes be

poked out then for me to watch you do nothing while

you turn and walk away and let me die.

     For you are the answers to the questions you’d

rather disregard and not seeing is believing and not

knowing is not doing, so I know you’d let me die.

     Raped by the system, and if I had one wish then

I’d rather you be raped by the system than for you

to think that this is real easy on a child.

     And,  you stand there and you can’t believe your

eyes, when in fact, you did nothing to stop it because

you thought it best to look the other way.

     Raped by the system, beaten, this mind whipped,

I wish you could receive a dose and see how short

saneness is and how long abuse lasts.

     I know you see me, I know you know who I am,

but you keep looking the other way, hoping that

someone else, might save this poor child......yes

that’s me.

     Raped by the system, over and over again,

I wish you might try, and I wish you would try to walk

in my shoes and see how long you’d last.

     Raped by the system and society, and you can’t

see a thing, you can’t see that not seeing is not

relieving this disgusting abuse, yeah, you know who I

am, but you help to keep me down cause you won’t

see a thing.

     So you tell your conscious to look the other way

while yet you are the answers to the prayers I have

prayed, but you survived your conscious that’s trying

to beat you down and again today, you have disregarded the

authority from up above.

     You can’t see in today, you can’t even see past

today to see tomorrow, but you say there is a future

and you can’t recognize me, remember me, the one

your conscious told, when you see that child,  just

look the other way?

I am yesterday,

I am today,

I am tomorrow and

I wish you might try,

try and look at me the other way

because then you’d be able to

see the answers and see that

I am the future,

I am your future,

I am the future abused,

now can you find the answer to

the question:

what will this society be?

A child like so many other children, and

A child abused like so many other’s

and yes we are the children abused,

hoping, and praying, just maybe,

the world could stop and let us all off, maybe,

maybe then kids could be kids

and all kids would be free

from this hell that’s upon your future.

2002, All Rights Reserved by Rosalyn R Walker

Part of the I Am...II...Triangular Collection