Everything changed that night,
when he touched me in places that were not his right.
Disguised as an uncle, he was a demon,
wicked was his smile and crooked were his teeth.
he was my uncle whom I thought was fun,
but now for my life, I had to get up and run.
I felt exposed...
Not because you stripped me naked,
For you ripped my innocence and everything sacred
.
I thought I knew you and so I was safe...
but you tricked me well and broke my trust,
and all that just to feed your lust.
I cried and screamed for I wanted my mom
My heart was on fire and my organs in a storm.
So, I got up and ran as I would in a sprint
I wounded my feet and left behind some bloody footprints.
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Most abusers are someone who is known by the victim.
Unfortunately, yes.
A sad story too often happening. The victim is always the victim and perpetrators are often victims too, not only of abuse themselves but of a shattered sense of self and senes of inadequacy. This poem was very well written and the last image was strong and powerful
I often wish that I should have done something about it. But I was only five. and I am afraid everything changed for me, but his life went on without even a morsel of remorse. but glad you liked it. thank you for your response
We are not responsible for what we are not capable of and at five we are capable of far less. Love your poetry let it work for you.
I could literally feel the words...I loved how this was written
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