Rebecca Bekker Biography

Pain, so much Pain
after the kicking and punching
the ignored cries
the broken skin
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I am a child of God
I have a heart that beats
A brain that thinks
and eyes that see.
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Looking through the dirty mirror,
I see someone looking back,
I do not recognize the look of desperation
And depression in her eyes.
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For my past,
The circumstances that moulded me
Into being who I am.
I thank You
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I forgive you for thinking I was strong
I forgive you for thinking we were alright,
We did not complain
For we saw no reason.
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