VICTIM OF SEXUAL ASSAULT

Singing is an art So hard to understand But let me sing you a song Of a girl who was greeted by adulthood Far too soon. Her young hands tremble Under the weight of what they carry A burden she longs to unload Yet dizziness pulls her back To the very place where innocence was lost. On that bed, a faceless man Crushed her beneath his weight Her weak legs resisted But his desire was deaf to her cries Mistaking her sobs for moans. No one believes her story. For there was no face to blame And fingerprints fade like whispers So she walks with fists clenched tight Bearing a burden no one can see. The lyrics to this song will live on.