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THERE IS THIS MAN

THE MAN THAT CLAIMED TO BE A FRIEND

THE SAME MAN WHO STOLE MY INNOCENCE

HE TOOK MY CHILDHOOD FROM ME

AND NOW THE ONLY WAY I FEEL LIKE A KID AGAIN IS TO CRY AND ROCK, CRY AND 
ROCK, CRY AND ROCK MYSELF TO SLEEP

THE WAY HE LOOKED AT ME WAS LIKE A “MAN” IS SUPPOSE TO BE IN A “WOMAN”

 BUT I WAS ONLY A GIRL

A GIRL TRAPPED BETWEEN THIS MAN AND THAT BED

I STILL SLEEP IN THAT BED

AND EVERY NIGHT THINKING BACK ON WHAT SHOULDN’VE HAPPENED

TWO YEARS LATER STILL IN FEAR BECAUSE OF THAT MISHAP

THIS MAN HAD NO RESPECT FOR ME

LYING INTO THE FACES WHILE STARING INTO THE EYES OF THE FAMILY

THIS MAN STILL HAUNTS ME

NOW EVERY GROWN MAN THAT LOOKS AT ME I FEEL IS DIGUSTING

WHEN EVERY MAN WITH BIG THICK HANDS, LOW CUT HAIR, CHARMING PERSONALITY 
SMILES AT ME

I REMEMBER THIS MAN’S HANDS CARESSING AWAY MY INNOCENCE

THE MAKERS PROTECT THIS MAN

CHILD OR NOT, THE PROTECTION SHOULD BE FOR THE INNOCENT

FOR SPEAKING UP THE LADY MAKER TOLD ME I LOOKED STUPID

BUT IN MY HEART I FELT BRAVE

FOR TRYING TO PROTECT GIRLS WHO WERE UNDERAGE

SEE THIS MAN, (AND I USE THAT WORD LOOSELY)

IS NOT A FRIEND, NOT A GOOD KID, NOT INTELLIGENT, NOT HEAVEN SENT

BUT THIS MAN MURDERED MY SELF-ESTEEM

A THEIF!

AND HIS MAKERS…ACCESSORIES

CONDONING THINGS THIS MAN DOES TO YOUNG GIRLS

AS IF HIS ACTIONS DIDN’T ALREADY HURT ENOUGH, THE MAKERS ADD ON PAINFUL 
WORDS

IM NOT SORRY THAT I TOLD THE TRUTH

IM SORRY THAT YOUR MAKINGS ARE DECIEVING YOU!

HOW DARE YOU TELL ME THAT WHAT HE DID DIDN’T MATTER?!

TWO YEARS AGO OR TEN, THIS MAN SHOULDN’VE NEVER DID WHAT HE DID

AND YOU ‘RE STILL IN DENIAL WHILE HE’S STILL DOING IT

THIS MAN KISSES HIS MOTHER WITH THOSE LYING LIPS

THE SAME LIPS HE USED TO KISS MY INNOCENCE AWAY WITH

THIS MAN CHANGED MY TRUSTING HEART

I CAN NOT TRUST ANY MAN

BECAUSE THIS MAN…

THE ONE WHO PORTRAYED A FRIEND

DECIDED TO STEAL MY INNOCENCE!

I DON’T WANT A MAN TO SMILE AT ME

BECAUSE I’LL THINK HE’S SMILING AT MY BODY

AND MY BODY STILL CARRIES THE SCARS FROM THIS MAN

FINGERPRINTS STILL VISIBLE FROM THE UNWANTED TOUCHES OF HIS HANDS

AS FOR THAT BED, EVEN WHEN I LOOK AT IT FOR A SECOND OR WHEN I LAY IN THAT 
BED

I LET THE TEARS FALL DOWN THE CORNERS OF MY EYES BECAUSE IM SCARED AGAIN

ALL BECAUSE OF THIS MAN’S ATTRACTION FOR MY INNOCENCE
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