Cry of An Eight Year
I fear…
I thought I was dear
Why are you giving me this fear?
Your rough rugged hands looming towards my cheeks
This is not like the usual touch of yours
It is something else
Your touch doesn’t make me protective anymore
It makes me shiver
I thought I was dear
Why are you giving me this fear?
Your eyes doesn’t have the love that it used to possess for me
Your eyes has turned devilish
With a cunning grin you encroach towards me
I thought I was dear
Why are you giving me this fear?
You pushed me hard on the soft sofa
But I felt the pain in my small heart
You pinned down my hands hard
I tried to run
But you punched me
You ripped me off my pride and
Ate the fruit of the very seed you planted
I fear…DAD!!! I Fear
I thought I was dear
Why are you giving me this fear?
(From the perspective of a victim of Child Sexual Abuse, a problem which is so persistent yet not noticed. Amazingly in Fiji 95% of the perpetrators of Child Sexual Abuse are known to the victim according to Fiji Women Crisis Center)
Copyright © Ravneel Chand | Year Posted 2016
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