Something needs to change, Church. We ought to be known by our love.

I wanted you to see your precious little girl

worthy of your love

worthy of your security

worthy of innocent love

As I sat there I watched a love story unfold

Beautiful, innocent, so much like my own

It was taken from me

It was ripped from my grasp

The sacred ability to connect with my love,

To rest in his arms with abandon, without fear,

But behind my mask of passion, there’s a little girl in tears