Abuse by CB Liz
I sat there as you took advantage of me,
I was a child, I was helpless.
A helpless child, running when there
was no way out
I found an exit but of course it was locked
all you did was caress my body and i begged you to stop
age 12, I wasnt even a teen
and as I grew older I became hateful and mean
I cry out to my mother but my voice was a whisper,
praying on my knees at night wishing I was near her
my demeanor was dominating and i was alway in charge
Not a single voice could stop me for the person
I saw was unclean.
I was dressed in white clothing, still I felt dirty
I gave myself to some many people just because
you abused me. You made me feel horrible,
like I wasnt good enought to live.
I was just a child and you took advantage of me
you sat there and watch me dress
even when I asked you to leave
you told me that I was foolish for praying on my knees
So much pain I had to endure just from the thought
of you lying next to me
you took away my childhood, my youth, my prime
but you can't have my spirit because Jesus is mine.
eight years later I can look back and laugh
I stand strong, covered in blood
blessed and annointed and thankful his love
I'm not ashamed to tell the world you placed
your hands on me, As a helpless child
I'm begging to see, what kind of joy did
you receive from your sexual relations with me?
I was a helpless child, I sat there
as you took advantage of me
This is just a part of the story
The Pain you cannot see
that sexual abuse you endured
will find a grave in me.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
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