Little Girl Grown

Please don't touch me, is what she said As his large hands went up her leg tears steadily rolling down her face wishing she was in some other place he whispered, you smell so good she held in the screams as much as she could his cold fingers touching her body later he would say, didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry it hurts, she say, as he lay her down as he pushes inside her moving round and round each time the minutes felt like hours what was she to do, then he had the power a little girl with the experience of a woman to her it felt like a bad omen someone you trusted that supposed to love you yet has done nothing but abuse and hurt you living your life hiding the shame thinking you were the one to blame pretending when others are around like what just happened didn't go down She remembers taking a bath after he was done crying softly, she was so young she couldn't tell no one, he said she couldn't she knew he had the power, so he knew she wouldn't she hid it for so long, eating her up inside low self esteem, correction, no self esteem, no self pride she kept asking, what did I do to deserve this later in life she cut her wrist she didn't want to die, just wanted help but that would be something she had to do for herself She sought the God in her to be renewed and healed This is the point where SHE is revealed as you read on I know you will see that this little girl grown, she is ME I am grown now and have God in my life He's helped me heal and there's no more strife I am so blessed to be alive and not dead I forgave my abuser and moved on instead when I see him now he acts like he forgot but I know to him I'm a forget-me-not I didn't let him dictate my life's outcome HE is the loser and I have won