I am 14, and it's not my fault.

You entice me with movie passes,

Because you are the projectionist.

You temp me with go-karts,

Because I am poor.

You invite my friend,

To give the illusion that everything is on the up and up.

You take us on trips,

Then you slip into my room under the cover of darkness.

I awake to find your hand on my penis,

You tell me it's OK.

The moon light filters through the open curtain,

And I see that you are excited.

I am afraid to breath, to move, to cry out for help.

You take my hand and place it on your manhood.

You lean forward and kiss my forehead,

I want to puke.

The next morning I am supposed to act normal,

But how. I feel funny. I feel dirty.

I put these events on a shelf in the back of my mind,

Until 30 years later they come streaming back.

I feel sick again.

I hunt you down.

I will kill you,

But when I get there, I change my mind.

I hit the gas and cry.

Thanks for messing up my childhood.





(thanks to justagrrl420 for the courage to let this out. she inspired me with one of her poems about aone of her life experiences)

 

wow. that is deep. thank you for posting a great poem on such a sensitive issue. keep writing.i'll be reading as many poems as i can

 

some people really are sick..so sorry that happened to you. I know what it feels like to have memories pour over and you don't know what to do or think. It's like drowning, only you're aware of it and can't stop. Definently understand the pain. I've known way too many people who've been molested/raped by family members/family friends..it is never right...

 

Thanks.
You helped me release it.
And HIP FORUMS is just the place to let things out.

 

hey writing heals..lol I know it's helped me in those dark hours. I have poems everywhere..not just here lol. I like writing and sharing..those are my favorite things.