Stolen
Violate. Lost innocence. Mistrust. Scarred. these are the medals of sacrifice.
This is the veil of shame.
Disgust. Nightmares as day wears placed on like oddly shapen
clothing ....placed on to barely cover one's nakedness.
Pain. This is the coat of Forced Entry.
Torn. Ripped. Denied a chance to fight. No place to escape the shame of having
to tell and explain over....and over.......again.
Prints on private places that can't be seen and can't seem to wash them off clean.
Taken. Tainted. No place.....to keep secret. Repeated and.....never answered, the
same old questions from new and pressing faces.
Tears from the day stain glass and etch marks into my heart.
"Why?" A question without an answer. Don't dare ask, "Who?" It's a mystery and
yet....no stranger - at least not to this act.
" I don't know why......I didn't ask for it". This is cry of a victim.
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