Little child frightened and alone, yet not really alone
Feeling confused and oh so scared, did she do wrong
Sexually abused by someone she trusted and loved
Not sure why this keeps happening, afraid to cry out loud
Feeling so much shame and guilt, must be her fault
Why else is she being sexually abused
To afraid to tell, he frightens her so
All she asked was for his love and fatherly affection
But all she gets is being sexually abused
The one who should love and care for her
The one who is suppose to protect her
Instead of being safe, she is being sexually abused
She feels so dirty, feels so insecure
Wonders if any one knows, does anyone sees
Askes god why she is being sexually abused
Wants to run, to scream, to tell but she cannot
Prays to God that this, that he will stop
Her heart breaks as once again she is sexually abused
Well what do you know?
The list is still zero.
By the lock of the feminine hair
By the touch of the feminine hand
By the lust from the feminine aura
The natural defeat of man
(This is a fictional poem)
Last year my friend was being sexually harassed.
Every time his boss saw him, she pinched his ___.
She thought she'd get away with it because he was a man.
She intended to make him her love toy, that was her plan.
That perverted lady made my friend strip.
Every time they went on a business trip.
I decided to tell his wife what was going on.
She grabbed her mower but not to mow the lawn.
She ran the mower over that lady's face, it was the most horrible thing I'd ever seen.
Now that ***** makes the bride of frankenstein look like a beauty queen.
That lady may have or may not have deserved what she got.
If you're considering harassing my friend, you'd better not.
Self-Esteem destroyed; lost and never found
Engaged in unwanted advances; horror all around
X-Rated is the actions; the pain is something unable to forget
United are the demons, which created the mood to set
Audacity running through his veins; unable to see the fright
Losing all my dignity; fighting with all my might
Lusting for a purpose; one of the ultimate sins
Yearning for gratification; not thinking about the child within
Mortified beyond repair; a terrified child now resides
Open to the vulnerability; a perfect secret now to hide
Losing this perverted battle; feeling mute and all alone
Emptiness has now replaced, a subtle joyful tone
Silence I have learned; haunting memories hiding within
Trust I give to no one; for all of life is one big sin
Exiled from a childhood, that helped make me who I am today
Disgraced by the memories as I watched my childhood fade away
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
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