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You Took My Innocence

I can’t talk to anybody I feel like 
nobody truly understands 
I don’t trust anyone so I pick up this notebook 
 And pen you see smiling but if you only knew 
The things I hold inside. 
 creeping in my room 
No one knew how could 
my mother be such a fool while she was off to school 
left me with a man I knew done things to me that I should’ve not know. 
Touching and pleasing himself in his zone 
I couldn’t wait until my mother came home 
When he was do told me if I ever told a soul 
He would take my life crying when he left the room 
Screaming on the inside this isn’t right so confused 
But it never stop over and over again no one knew a thang 
I hate you to the cord of my being, 
Nights I would hide so he couldn’t find me 
I grew up thinking it was my fault for every rape and assault 
This dark memories still haunt me . 
I never look at men the same thinking 
all men will do the same thing you did. 
My trust is all ed up but I knew the only way 
To get over it is to open up and speak out but how 
When I was so young I kept silence for to dame long . 
So tell me what the   do I do ?? when voices  in my head   
Keep saying  you are wasting your time no one  care anyway 
I cant shake  it anymore 
I have believe that my whole dame  life .

Copyright © Colleen Bailey | Year Posted 2019

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Date: 7/28/2019 8:14:00 AM

This is a powerful write, Colleen. Most rapists do not get caught thanks to the intimidation they put onto their young victims. They can be caught, and they will be caught eventually if the right child grows up and tells. She might save several other young victims too. A powerful write, the honesty and the fear come through loud and clear. Writing is therapeutic for me, I hope for you also.

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