A CHiLD

NEVER HAVE i WRiTTEN A POEM LiKE THiS

NEVER SOMETHiNG SO STRONG

BUT i HEARD FROM A LiTTLE BiRDiE

THE MORE YOU TALK ABOUT iT THE PAiN WONT LAST YOU LONG



THiS iS MY STORY

ABOUT SOMETHiNG HORRiBLE HAPPENiNG RiGHT UNDER YOUR NOSE

HOW iT WENT ON FOR SO LONG

AND NO ONE REALLY KNOWS



WHEN i WAS A CHiLD

iN MY LiTTLE BARBiE DAYS

HE'D DO THE WORST THiNGS

iN MANY DiFFERENT WAYS



GETTiNG READY TO EAT DiNNER

WE'D BE SiTTiNG DOWN

HE'D SLiDE HiS HAND UP MY LEG

WHiLE EVERYONE WAS AROUND



i COULDNT SAY ANYTHiNG

CUZ i KNOW JUST WHAT HE'D DO

HE'D THREATEN SOMETHiNG AWFUL

THAT i KNEW HE WOULDNT BE SCARED TO DO



THE WAY HE'D COME UP BEHiND ME

AND WHiSPER iN MY EAR

THE COLD SHiVER i GOT UP MY SPiNE

WHEN HE WOULD COME NEAR



HE'D TOUCH MY BODY

AND NO ONE WAS EVER AROUND TO HELP

iD CRY SOFTLY

AND LET OUT A SiLENT YELP



HOW i LONGED TO TELL SOMEONE

BUT DiDNT NO WHAT HE'D DO TO ME

AFTER HE'D GET OUT OF JAiL

HE'D PROBABLY COME AFTER ME



iM MORE SCARED OF HiM

THEN ANYONE iN THE WORLD

HES THE ONE HORRiBLE MAN

THAT TOOK MY iNNOCENCE FOR A WHiRL



WHEN iD SAY NO

HE'D DO iT LONGER

WHEN iD SAY STOP

HE'D HOLD HiS GRiP STRONGER



i WAS A CHiLD SiTTiNG ON MY BED

SPEAKiNG "HOW MY LiFE HAS NEVER GONE RiGHT

HOW i HATE PEOPLE TAKiNG ADVANTAGE OF ME

BUT NO MORE, iLL MAKE SURE TONiGHT iS THE LAST NiGHT"



HOW iD PLOT TO KiLL HiM

HOW iD PLOT TO KiLL ME

EiTHER WAY,

HE'D STiLL BE HAUNTiNG ME

Author's Notes/Comments: 

WHEN SOMETHiNG HAPPENS TO YOU CANT BE SCARED TO SPEAK UP, YOU HAVE TO LET iT BE KNOWN. iT WiLL NEVER STOP UNLESS YOUR STRONG ENOUGH TO STOP iT YOURSELF.

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Ruth Lovejoy's picture

profound piece and I agree with your authors comment as well..

Irwin Mendoza's picture

great poem, you were really able to capture what it must feel like to be in that situation. I can only begin to imagine what it would feel like. I hope that this is not a true story and if it maybe that a thumbs up and a good job can at least bring a smile