Mistress said I should post my poem for all to see so here it is folks. It is our hope that maybe by posting it that it will help someone.
Innocence Lost
So young, so innocent.
Just a tender young child.
Wanting to be loved.
Wanting hugs.
Needing affection
You broke her.
Why? what did she do?
Did she hurt you?
Why did you rape her?
A young child of two.
You robbed her childhood.
You stole it away.
Like a thief who did not care.
You left a shattered little girl
One with mixed up thoughts
A little girl who thought she was bad.
Who thought she was unworthy of love.
She thought she did not deserve happiness.
All she wanted was to die, to escape.
To escape from the rape and from you.
You locked her in the closet.
Locked her there because she ran.
Hours and hours.
In that tiny little space.
You left her there all alone and scared.
That little girl is now grown.
And you are long since gone.
But your actions still haunt her.
They torment her and make her cry.
You see, that little girl still lives inside.
Though you still haunt the little girl.
You can no longer hurt her.
Slowly she is learning.
Learning she is worthy of love.
You broke her, Others have mended her.
slave debbie copyright(c) 2007
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