Child Weeps in Silence

I was born through the sin of my mother and father. I was continually reminded of this through my tender years as a child. When your own dad tells you that you're the worthless product of a male hooker, that you're not pretty or smart enough to be of his blood, you hang your head in shame. I was humiliated by the piercing stares I got from those he informed of this. I was exposed to witchcraft. My...