Somebody's Little Girl

From the outside, she was just another little girl.

On the inside, she was bleeding.

For seven years of her childhood and adolescence, Karimah Bailey was sexually abused by people who claimed to love her. The trauma didn’t just steal her innocence—it rewired how she saw herself, God, and the world. Love became dangerous. Trust became a joke. Survival meant never being the one who got hurt again.

So she made a silent vow: If I can’t be safe, I’ll be in control.

What follows is twelve years of calculated revenge—on men, on women, on anyone who crossed her path. No relationship is sacred. No home is safe. She becomes both the storm and the wreckage, chasing power in all the places love should have lived. But even as she burns everything down, the emptiness only grows.

Then, unexpectedly, love shows up in a different form—one that doesn’t demand, destroy, or take. A love that doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t erase the past or magically fix the scars, but it forces a question she has spent her whole life avoiding:

What if I am more than what they did to me—and more than what I did to others?

Somebody’s Little Girl is a raw, unfiltered memoir about childhood sexual abuse, rage, revenge, and the long, messy road toward healing. It is the story of a girl who grew up believing she was only a body to be used, and the woman who finally discovers she is a soul fiercely loved by God.

This is not a neat testimony with a pretty bow. It is the truth behind the smile, written for anyone who has ever carried secret pain, for the youth who feel like death is the only way out, and for the adults who wonder why they are still bleeding from wounds no one else can see.