A little girl, innocent and sweet,
Her life filled with hardship, never a retreat.
At the tender age of seven, she faced a cruel fate,
Exposed to a world of darkness, where love could not abate.

The sexual community, a place of fear,
Where innocence is lost and scars appear.
Little Elly, unaware of the danger that loomed,
Peer pressure took hold, her innocence consumed.

Her father, a source of pain and despair,
Physically abusive, with no mercy to spare.
Silenced by fear, threats ring in her ear,
The most terrifying thing, another beating near.

At only twelve, she sought love in older men,
Desperate for affection, again and again.
Her father's neglect, a deep wound in her heart,
Seeking solace in the arms of those who tore her apart.

By thirteen, her innocence stolen away,
Molested and broken, she had no say.
Living in fear, haunted by the past,
Struggling to find peace, to make it last.

She looks in the mirror, tears in her eyes,
Feeling lost and broken, as she cries.
Wondering if she's worth something more,
Or just a victim of the world's cruel lore.

Little Elly, a girl who yearns for love,
But finds only pain, like a hand in a glove.
Misjudged and misunderstood, she bears her scars,
A survivor of abuse, reaching for the stars.

So let us not judge, but offer a hand,
To help Little Elly finally stand.
To heal her wounds, to ease her pain,
To show her that love can still remain.

For she is not alone, in her fight,
For justice and healing, in the darkest night.
Little Elly, a symbol of strength and grace,
A survivor of abuse, finding her place.