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I Am a Girl and…

She’s your daughter… A young child, only eleven-years-old, is repeatedly ganged raped in a small town in Texas by a group of nineteen men between the ages of 14 and 27. Details here…


She’s your sister… A Libyan woman runs into a hotel lobby seeking to tell her story after being held captive, raped and beaten by Gadhafi security forces. Journalists are today afraid for her safety…


She’s your friend… A CBS news reporter is caught in the hysteria of a mob scene, triggered by victory in an Egyptian square, and is raped and violated. She’s back home in the states and recovering.


She is you…


I once knew a girl, a 14-year-old girl, caught in the embraces of a 19-year-old man. She attempted to escape, but instead was raped. She was on her way to a job interview, at a fast food restaurant, when she received a call to stop by for awhile. She was on her period. He forced her to take her tampon out. When it was over, instead of a job interview, she slowly walked home with tears in her eyes. No one was there. She went to the bathroom, and shut the door. She drew a bath and marked the day in her journal. Once again the walls within restored.


Sisters, Never Let Your Guard Down...


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