Biting, kicking, pulling hair -
Pain.
Torn clothes, guarded doors, opened legs -
Shame.
Six years old, no defense, it just doesn't make sense -
Who is to blame?
Too young to know, nowhere to go, put on a show -
Controlled.
Don't tell, we're going to hell, he said he'd tell them it was me -
Blamed.
Silenced by fear, no one can hear the cries of a broken child,
Easy to take, too young to know
The brokenness growing inside;
Innocence claimed, lust to blame, and the child will bear most of the shame.
Four years lost to the battles fought, silenced until I was twelve.
Seven years since he claimed my innocence,
For the very last time.
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Sunshine and Shadows - A collection of poetry.
PoetryA peek into the sunshiny meadows of my heart with a few glimpses into the dark shadows in the back of my mind. Though these works are completely clean and swear-free, they are not recommended for anyone under 13 for some thematic and possibly trigge...
