May 21
If only poppa had loved me,
If only he hadn’t said that he hated me.
If only he had appreciatedĀ me,
How different my life would now be .
If only those teenager rapists hadn’t abused me,
They took away my dignity.
How different my life would be.
I wouldn’t be awake at night and thinking why,
Why didn’t they justĀ stop when I started to cry.
Begging and pleading for them to stop,
They put their hands over my mouth to shut me up.
Stop and think for awhile what would you get from a trumazed child.
But my screams are always silent,
my abusers were vile and violent.
My pain is great.