Cry of An Eight Year

I fear… I thought I was dear Why are you giving me this fear? Your rough rugged hands looming towards my cheeks This is not like the usual touch of yours It is something else Your touch doesn’t make me protective anymore It makes me shiver I thought I was dear Why are you giving me this fear? Your eyes doesn’t have the love that it used to possess for me Your eyes has turned devilish With a cunning grin you encroach towards me I thought I was dear Why are you giving me this fear? You pushed me hard on the soft sofa But I felt the pain in my small heart You pinned down my hands hard I tried to run But you punched me You ripped me off my pride and Ate the fruit of the very seed you planted I fear…DAD!!! I Fear I thought I was dear Why are you giving me this fear? (From the perspective of a victim of Child Sexual Abuse, a problem which is so persistent yet not noticed. Amazingly in Fiji 95% of the perpetrators of Child Sexual Abuse are known to the victim according to Fiji Women Crisis Center)