Spread Your Wings

The path is narrow and long. 

The tears are endless and hopeless. 

The steps are doubtful and hateful. 

The words are unforgiving and hateful. 

Yet, spread your wings and walk in faith, 

For there I will be with you all the days 

Of your life until the end of the world. 

They Don't Mean a Thing

We want world peace. 

We search for the truth. 

We demand forgiveness. 

We pray for miracles. 

We desire the sinful. 

We kill without compassion. 

Yet, who are we? 

We are dust, we are monsters, 

We are demons, we are nothing and everything at all. 

Little Butterfly

There is a butterfly in my heart; 

Its tiny and playful. 

It jumps with every smile, every unspoken word, 

every breath, every action. 

There is a butterfly in my brain; 

Its telling me to hold you tight, to treasure and adore you. 

There is a butterfly in my lips; 

Its telling me to let you go and find a new flower to rest. 

Dear God: Final

Now, I am with my new mommy and she loves me a lot. I have friends, toys, and a big white furry dog. My new mommy is very nice. She cares for me; she hugs and kisses me all the time. She tells me that I am a very special person, and that I am very brave and beautiful young little boy. She tries to make me laugh all the time, and tells me every day, the blessing that I have been in her life. I believe her, because I feel safe and secure in her arms. I believe her because she has a big photo of you Papa God; and you were the only one helping me the night my mommy almost killed me. My name is Tommy, I am five years old, and this is my story.

Dear God: Chap. 11

I see lights and noises around me; people screaming and touching my head. I see a bright light and I start leaving the noise behind. Everything is peaceful here; I want to stay but an electric current forced me to come back.

Dear God: Chap. 10

Knock, Knock… Suddenly my mommy walks towards the door while I stay behind in the cold, dirty floor…The door collapses and my mommy starts screaming and yelling again. I stay quietly, and motionless in the cold floor waiting for my mommy to start the marathon again, when two strong and caring arms carried me out of my house.

Dear God: Chap. 9

I fall against the floor. My bones are hurting and my mommy says loud and dramatic words that I cannot understand. If only I was smarter and prettier, my mommy will love me. If only I was stronger, I could help my mommy. “I am Sorry”, “I love you”, “I will be a good boy”, “Please mama, please”, I shout at my mommy but it is too late. Her bright red face is in fire. Her kicks, slaps, throws, and words are hurting me a lot; I beg you Papa God to have mercy upon me; take me with you, I want to laugh and play with Sammy again. Oh papa, please help me…

Dear God: Chap. 8

She unhooks her dark belt and gracefully starts the marathon. She keeps on screaming and yelling at the rhythm of the belt. She starts pulling my hair and biting my head, hands and ears. My ears start to bleed and my hair starts flying. I try to cover myself; I try to cover my face with my hands but she pulls them apart, giving me a five stars slap. Her eyes are bright red and steam is coming out of her ears. My body is burning and my face is vibrating. My mommy keeps screaming and yelling. I hold the belt tight and I try to escape… I run crying around the house….

Dear God: Chap. 7

Shh, do not make any noise; I cannot make any noise; I cannot breathe nor blink, if not my mommy will get mad. Shh, she is screaming my name. Shh, she is looking for me. I run, I hide, but it too late now; her horrible sight is burning me down. Her hands are sharp arrows passing through me. She throws me. I crash against the wall. She screams, yells, insults, and tells me that all her problems are my fault.

Dear God: Chap. 6

Then, I carried him in my arms to his bed and singed for him. Sam looked peaceful and happy in my arms. In the morning Sam did not wake up, I ran outside the house and knocked in Sophie’s door. Sophie took Sammy with her yesterday; and I have not seen him since then. 

Dear God: Chap. 5

Mommy ran to the kitchen and grabbed a metal ladle and an old piece of dirty washcloth. She opened Sam’s tiny and delicate mouth and placed the washcloth inside. Then she continued to instruct him using the metal ladle. Sam’s blood damaged the floor, walls and furniture of the house and mommy got angrier than before. She grabbed Sam by a leg, and I ran the fastest I could to hide. I did not want mommy to find me. I hid under my bed waiting for mommy to get out of the room. I did not move, breathe, or make any noises. When mommy got out of the house, I ran around looking for Sam. I found Sammy inside the tub filled with water. I grabbed Sammy desperately trying to comfort him, trying to make him move, trying to wake him up, but he did not. I took him out of the tub removed his dirty clothing, and dried him. 

Dear God: Chap. 4

Sam was taken from me yesterdays afternoon. He was taken by strangers in a pool of red painting, produced from my mommy’s malicious belt. Sam was taken from me yesterday, and I wish he is okay, because I love him a lot.  Sam only wanted a piece of chocolate cake, and my mommy did not like it. I try to convince her to let Sam go, but it was too late, she was red like a lobster. Mommies approached Sam madly, and throw him against the wall. Then, she furiously unhooked her malicious black belt, and started hitting him. I could hear him screaming my name but I could not do anything, except cry with him. I waited a long time for mommy to calm down, but she did not, mommy seems to be very mad with Sam.  

Dear God: Chap. 3

My name is Tommy, and I am three years old. My hair is as bright as the sun, my eyes are as deep as the ocean, my lips are red as an apple, my nose is little and bloody, my face is painted with scratches, and by tiny body is full of purple butterflies. My brother’s name is Sam, he is only two years old than me and he is my hope and only joy.