Seven

There's a little girl inside of me.
She's seven.
She doesn't understand.
She thinks it's all her fault -
thinks there's something wrong
inside of her.
She doesn't understand
why no one will rescue her.
She doesn't realisethat a child is not guilty
for the things done to her.
She doesn't know
that it isn't her fault,
can't be her fault.
She doesn't realise
she is beautiful.
She doesn't know
she is precious.
She has no idea
how much she is valued.
She is seven.
And she doesn't understand.