Chyna

Chyna was just ten when she took her last breath,

Who knew it would be her father who would cause her, her death?

Her daddy was a drug addict and a drunk, her mama was too.

With daddy high on drugs, Chyna would get raped; Chyna would get beaten, beaten black and blue.

Each time daddy raped and beat her, Chyna would scream “Daddy stop! Daddy no!”

But he kept on, as Chyna’s tears began to flow.

Every night this poor child would pray that God would just take her away.

But her prayers went unanswered and she would still get raped and beaten bloody almost every moment of every day.

If only someone knew, if she only had someone she could tell.

Maybe she wouldn’t have suffered through that tremendous hell.

Sometimes she’s look to her mama hoping beyond the drugs, mama would hear her plea.

But from her daddy’s world, Chyna knew her mama would never break free.

Chyna thought it must’ve been something, her mama could’ve said.

But mama said nothing—the thing that got Chyna through was picturing her flying free as a bird in her head.

How bad must it have been for this child to want to run away—run away like the wind?

Apparently bad enough for her to be starved everyday and be able to see her bones through her skin.

But she figured one day the abuse would stop, she just wished she knew when.

But she soon wouldn’t have to worry for her life was about to end.

On that night in Texas, it was rainy, the weather cold.

In Chyna’s room walked daddy, big and bold.

Chyna curled up in a corner, in her eyes was fear.

Daddy smiled as he finished off the last of his beer.

As tears filled her eyes, Chyna knew this would be the last night she would be alive.

But she just hoped just for one more day, she could survive.

As she closed her eyes, she hoped what would once again save her would be her picturing herself flying free in her head.

And within that moment, sweet Chyna was dead.

Now as she lay in her coffin, she is all alone, no one came to say goodbye. The rest of her family is dead and gone.

This child, sweet child who suffered pain and torture in her short life,

Is now in a place of peace with no sorrow, hurt, stress or strife.

Sleep sweet angel for you are as the bird in the sky,

Flying free from danger to a better place up high.