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Biographical poem about child abuse |
I lay on my bed I cannot sleep Eyes and ears wide open Listening Waiting I hear his footsteps Plodding up the stairs he walks along the hallway He stops I hold my breath The doorknob turns My stomach tightens with fear I squeeze my eyes shut Pretend to be asleep I know it is pointless He walks over to my princess bed All pretty in pink I can smell him Beer and fags He is gross I hate him He sits by my side I am terrified I know what he wants I don’t want to I don’t want to Please leave me alone I whisper, begging him Ignoring my plea He puts his hand there Stubby dirty fingers He touches my boobies I feel sick I think I am shaking He moves his horrible hands Across my belly He places his fingers where no one should touch My private place He puts one finger inside my privates It hurts I hate him I want him to stop Please stop Invaded Tears roll down my cheeks As he takes my hand He makes me touch him His thing, long and hard Red and veiny its horrible He puts it in my mouth I gag He orders me to suck I don’t know how My mouth is too small I cannot breathe I feel sick And I wretch He says I am useless Then gets on top of me Forcing my legs open He puts his thing into my small body Into my private place It hurts so much He doesn’t care He tells me to be quiet Puts his large hairy hand across my mouth I am crying silent tears He grunts and he groans Only for minutes For me it feels like hours My tiny body Beneath his massive bulk Crushed and in pain Why is he doing this? He said it’s because he loves me I am his special princess, his angel I look pretty in my pink nightie I feel ashamed I feel ugly Abused and violated I cannot fight back I have no tongue If I tell no one will believe me he says He is right I'm just a child But I can't tell I'm ashamed, embarrassed He is finished and satisfied He stands up and leaves my room He smiles and says goodnight Like this is normal But it's not I know it's not It is never a good night for me I often wish for death Is this what I am here for? Silently sentenced to hell My home Where I should be safe I close my eyes I am sore I am ashamed I am ready for death And I am 10 |