Tragic tales of two little girls who suffered physical abuse at a young age…in one case it was a stranger and in the other, a relative…Makes me sick hearing about such twisted people in our society..

Why ME?

Why did he single me out?
Why did he come after me?
Why do you think he followed me home?
Why did he grope me?

Did I invite his advances?
Was I bad, was I flirty?
Did I give him the come hither look?
Or was I dirty?

I feel unwashed even after a thousand showers,
I feel unclean even after changing my clothes,
Countless times.
I feel dirty in a spotless dress,
I feel trapped in this claustrophobic,
Vastness of shame and hurt,
Grief and pain.
I feel nothing.

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He was the enemy within the four walls,
Of our home.
He was a guest, a friend
of the family.
He turned out to be a louse.
He abused our hospitality,
And committed a heinous crime,
He cut the roots of the tender plant,
before its prime.
My confidence was betrayed,
I feel let down and undone.

He is a monster, a molester,
A demon, a fiend,
An atrocious and pathetic excuse,
for a human being.
A heartless thing.
He will suffer, he will pay,
He will rue the day,
He took the innocence,
Of a little girl away.
He will suffer, he will pay