Her Story *GRAPHIC MATERIAL*

****This is not a recap of something that has happened in my life. This is strictly realistic fiction****

"Some may say that my story is too graphic but a society who can not face the truth is just tragic" -Alexia

Disclosing another girl's story because she herself is too shameful to tell her own
No one knew that she cried herself to sleep at night
And that her father was the reason she regrets coming home
She was so accustomed to sleeping with the teddy bear that her aunt Livia gave her named Lucy
So when her father welcomed himself in her bed that night
She didn't know whether to be complacent or to fight
He grabbed her thighs and stroked her hair
Whispered to her "baby, it's going to be alright"
Not knowing that it would be the same phrase that her mother would tell her later that night

This was not the way she envisioned her first time
It was said that the birds and bees would come at the right time
So she knew that this experience wasn't right
He was the bee, pollinating her sacred flower
Tearing her peddles off and digging out her roots
She was now a victim of the victimized
Forced to believe that she could feel loved when she looked into her father's eyes

He positioned her on her smack and forced himself into her
She fought like the little brown soldier boy
But his strength was invisible
Pushed her face into the pillow because her screams were unbearable
He breathed sin in her mouth after every act of affection so now SaTan spoke.

The (walls) of her home were slowly becoming flexible
While crying she asked him why he had gone so deep
So deep that when he pulled out he also brought her soul with him
So shallow in the heart and mind that not even a ghost would recognize her

The bed where she lay was so warm but her body had turned cold.
Now wishing that she could roll up
Like a Rollie pollie on the sidewalk of a busy road
Because she had to live with knowing the cum he left in her was from the same man who's cum made her
And raped her

Tears ran down her cheeks as blood ran down the mahogany lips between her legs
Both...
Both shocked and engaged that her hymen was split
She ran her fingers across the stretch marks on her hips
She lost her handles as she lost her innocence
Developed fear in her speech
She couldn't take the pain so she fell to her knees

It was over.

As he was walking out of her room
He told her "maybe you should clean up he mess"
And he walked away..
As if nothing happened...

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