I was eight and life was simple

Simple enought to ride my bike whenever I wanted

I wanted to explore, find new places

Places like hidden paths and back roads

Roads that led me to a church that was empty

Empty because of the rain, the rain was pouring that day

That day, I should have known better

Better to stay inside than to wonder off

Off I went in the truck with the man that said he knew my mom.

Mom. I'm so sorry.

Sorry, lousy, disgusting, was how I felt after he was done with me

Me, my innocence gone at Eight

Eight minutes or Eights hours later, I don't know when I was found

Found in a house with someone who did know my mom

Mom. I'm so sorry.

Sorry was all I could muster out when my mom brought me back and yelled 

Yelled was what I constantly did internally for ten years until I finally spoke

Spoke about what happened. My mom cried for days.

Days went by, days in therapy, days getting help

Help I should have gotten sooner

Sooner or later though, I got better

"Better call everyone in here mom, because I got into the college!"

College. The college with one of the best program for filmmakers

Filmmaking about change in the world and expressing myself visually through this art at age Twnty-two

Twenty-Two years old and life is better than I could hope for

Hope for there to be so many kind hearted people that the world changes

Changes for the future

The Future starts now