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Sam I Am. I wish I could be as confident as Sam
I am. He knows beyond a shadow of a doubt
who he is and what he likes (green eggs and ham,
of course).
Who am I? Am I a little girl hiding in her bed,
afraid of the dark figure who seeks her out each night?
Am I a bright four-year-old who rides her fire-
engine-red tricycle, unaware of the evil that will
soon invade her life?
Or am I a confident young woman willing to
say it as it is in the name of righteousness?
Am I the epitome of naive innocence unable to
comprehend the depravity of the one who has
defiled my dignity?
Am I one who has lived in fear?
Oh how I long to know as Sam I Am does.
I do know this:
I am all God wants me to be.
I am worthy to receive love and respect.
I am strong enough to stop the abuse.
I am weak enough to feel God's fulfilling strength.
I am unique, one of a kind.
I am able to love myself without the cloud of shame.
I am not at fault.
I can be as confident as Sam I Am. Because it's a
Survivor that I am!
Lisa, Survivor (age 17)
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