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For thirty seven years I carry this 
It is something I just can’t dismiss 
The damage inflicted from another 
That cure you can’t get from your mother   

Innocence was taken without after thought  
Was this monster man ever caught? 
How many others did he hurt? 
He is made of pure dirt!
A seven year old boy just wanting to belong 
His arms was so strong 
Holding me face-down 
Thinking he was just the clown  

Penetration never hurt so bad 
I wonder if it would have happened, if I had a dad 
Crying and tears made him stronger 
This was just the start and went on longer   

That was not merely enough 
He liked doing sick stuff 
Forcing things now in front 
I am just thankful it was all blunt  
Now walking with a neon sign 
Where does one draw the line? 
Monsters are everywhere 
How much can one boy bare?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 11/16/2016 3:37:00 PM
Me, being a person who survived sexual abuse, I can relate to this write, and having actually used writing as a means of expressing my thoughts and feelings. Yes it has ruffled a few feathers but I'm still here and the monster is not. Brave write.
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