I’ll cut right to the chase,

and save you some time,

I’ll tell you my story,

 if you don’t mind the rhyme. 

 

It started quite young, 

I was three and then four,

 I was in bed for a nap,

 when he opened the door. 

 

What happened next, 

was so very profane,

Just a child, just a baby, 

it was so inhumane.

 

I’ll spare you the details, 

from this all, 

it was sick, 

I zoned out, 

I played possum, 

teleported, quite quick(ly).

 

Fast forward 10 years,

thought I was safe from abuse, 

I was barely 15, 

now a toy for his use. 

 

He came to my window,

all drunk and in “need” ,

he wanted “to screw”

 despite all of my pleas. 

 

I said “No”, “ I don’t want this to be my first time,

 you are drunk, I’m not ready,

 as he grabbed my behind. 

 

He said “ I am your boyfriend,

 you’ll do as I say,” you can cry, you can beg,

 I’m not going away.”  

 

He pushed me down hard, 

on the edge of my bed, 

I said no, I said NO, 

he ignored what I said. 

 

“Are you going to force me?”

 I begged, gasping for breath,  

he pushed me down hard 

on the floor, as I wept. 

 

I grabbed at the bed, to stand up, get away,

He pushed me back down,

 So I started to pray.  

 

One hand held my wrist, as he straddled my waist,

He unfastened his pants, 

Readied himself, without haste. 

 

I remember, 

I stared hard, 

at the flower on my bed, 

in my mind, traced the emblem,

 wishing that I were dead. 

 

He finished, he left me,

 the same as he came,

 back out of my window like this was some sort of game. 

 

The abuse, it went on, many years I endured, 

Went from broken to shattered, my soul stripped down to the core. 

 

Eventually, 

I broke from his bond, 

not my curse, 

there’s no happy ending, the story gets worse. 

 

One night with some friends on our way home from the game,

 that Night, took it all, I was never the same. 

 

In the back of the van, 

I was held hard to the floor, 

“friends” took their turns “taking”,  

til my soul was no more….

 

I said not a word, when Dropped off on my street, 

Slowly, I walked up, I just stared at my feet.

 

Could this be my life?

the abuse and the pain,  

there must be more than I see, 

 it can’t all be in vain. 

 

Needless to say,

 the spiral began, 

the cutting the writing, 

the drugs for the pain. 

 

Thank God for my family, my church and  my friends, 

I had great support, 

so my life didn’t end. 

 

The scars can’t be seen, they’re still hidden inside, 

But with love, faith and family, somehow I survived. 

 

Please don’t remain silent if you’re hurt and in pain, 

talk it out with SOMEONE, you are NEVER to blame.  

 

What seems hard

 is not hopeless, 

In the dark, look for light,

Stay strong, And stay true, 

never give up your fight!! 

YOU ARE WORTHY