He loved little girls.
Princess nightgowns turned him on.
He saw me go in the laundry room,
And made sure to follow.
What are you doing princess?
I turn around,
And he locks the door.
I -
I was just getting my blankie...
He leans close and caresses my breasts.
Then his hands move lower.
What are you doing?
Shh...
I shut my eyes,
And pretend I'm not there.
I don't know how long I was there,
Or how I got to my room,
But I woke up in my bed.
I looked down,
And there was blood between my legs.
Embarrassed and scared,
I went to the bathroom and showered.
God, what did I do to deserve this?
I'm sorry if I made you mad.
I promise I'll be a good girl now.
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The Intimacy Of Being Understood
PoesíaAn intimate look into the darkest depths of my life. These poems are the embodiment of trials and tribulations of growing up in today's society. I hope these stories bring hope to those who have lived through similar situations and tragedies. Always...