Sexual abuse suffered as a child |
There was a little girl who loved to dance and sing she closed her eyes and admired the beauty in every living thing. She danced with the wind and let it carry her secrets to the skies. This little girl loved her world And everything that inhabited it. Her life was a fairy tale, where Men were princes and women Were queens. She held the little things close to her heart and kept her little life neat and peaceful; she admired the ant and had a love for the sea. One day a powerful force called man entered her life and she was forever changed. She played her usual game of tag with the friends she'd made up in her mind, and the man stood by and watched her, waiting for her to let him in to her child heart. He knew she would do it. She was so open. She smiled sweetly and pushed her black locks away from her almond eyes and called for him to join. He knelt beside her and took her hand and he watched as her eyes sparked with excitement. She’d found a new friend. Her new friend told her tales, of things she’d never heard. Stories she couldn’t have imagined and gave her dreams she never thought possible. Her new friend became her best friend although many warned against him. She learned to trust her new friend although he never told her his name. One day her new friend told her, he had a new game to play. He told her to lie down quietly and promise not to scream. The little girl was confused, but she trusted her friend. He rested his body on top of hers, his pale green eyes locked onto hers, her eyes full of tears as she tried to keep her promise. He slowly removed her pure white dress and touched her body slowly. He moved his body to the place between her legs and then she started screaming. Her friend, he hit her and hit her until she bled, from her nose, her eyes and little lips. She’d broken her promise. He pushed, she cried. He pushed, she died. The little girl lay there, underneath her friend. As he pushed and pulled his way into her. The little girl closed her eyes. Praying that she never opened them again. But her silent prayer was not answered, and when she did open her eyes, she still lived in a fairy tale where women were witches and men were dragons. |