I used
to play with my friends
Then the
childhood ended
A hand
touched me
It was
his
I don't
know what the problem is
I tried
to give the response
But that
little girl died at once
I didn't
want to obey
But I wasn't
strong enough to get away
I pretended
it wasn't happening
It was
a reoccurring thing
Time and
time again
I don't
know where I was or when
All I can
see is him
That hurt
will never grow dim
I got help---
but time had passed
I got help
at last
Telling
my family was no use
They didn't
believe I was abused
They can
all depart
But I know
the truth----- the wound’s in my heart
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