Hi, I’m Sparrow. I am an artist, poet, and survivor of child sex trafficking, ritual abuse, and government mind control programs. I grew up in the New York City area during the 1960’s and 70’s. When I was around the age of four my father started bringing me to different locations where I was abused in pornography, pedophile groups, and lab like facilities. Making art is a major part of my healing process. The more I show and speak my truth, the stronger and freer I become. My hope is that by sharing my art and story, others will become freer, stronger and more enlightened as well.
Lost Kid
(This poem is written to a lost child within me.)
Lost kid, throw-away child,
They raped your mind, now you’ve gone wild.
Self destruct is your desire, ’cause your brain’s been trained to be a liar.
It tells you you’re worthless, it tells you you’re small,
Undeserving of love, any love at all.
Daddy sold you to the CIA, the doctors there had “games” to play.
They wanted to see if they could find,
a way to erase and reprogram your mind.
Electrocuted into outer space, you left your body without a trace
A swastika soldier, wearing a grin, opened your brain and climbed right in.
Tortured into believing their lies,
that your only value is between your thighs,
A porno plaything for the pervert’s lust,
They broke your heart and smashed your trust,
silenced your voice, and forced you to obey,
then hid the memory of it all away.
But there is a fire in you they can’t control,
A flame of truth called your soul.
A place of power in your heart and brain
their perverted science can’t contain.
A fighting spirit, a recognizer of truth,
A knowing within, their lies can’t pollute.
The truth that you are precious, powerful, and wise,
And stronger than all of their swastika lies.
Ultra Girl
Ultra Girl got dropped on her head
after the Nazis programmed her “dead.”
Shell shocked and shattered, she wanted to die.
Drag queens and punk rock helped keep her alive.
She learned to question authority – her love and pain never hide.
Crystals tuned her up – light beings, too.
Their energy of love helped calm the trauma she’d been thru.
She took Twelve Steps to a sweeter life
and came out of isolation, self hatred and strife.
Nature kissed her confusion away,
and calmed her inner chaos when buried memories came to play.
Her creativity started to bloom,
Painting and poetry gave feelings new room.
A lost child within her had stories to tell,
of porn and pedophiles in a swastika hell.
Her flesh spoke volumes in sensation and pain
as memories surfaced in her body and brain.
Ultra Girl feared she was insane.
Hang on, sweet one,
Please love yourself today.
The grief seems unending, but it heals the pain away.
Please let it out – all the tears and the rage.
All the horrors remembered – page after page,
Write, scream, sing, or tell
How an innocent child got dragged into hell.
Your expression will heal you, transform and reveal you,
The you that is strong, beautiful, and whole,
A most precious light no darkness can control.
Art work by Sparrow, shared in conjunction with her poems.
BY OURSELVES | ABOUT OURSELVES | FOR OURSELVES | FOR EACH OTHER | 