 | Once upon a time a little girl cried,
Because from her abuser she could not hide.
She was scared and timid and didn’t know what to do,
And didn’t know how or who she could talk to.
He would tell her don’t cry there is only me here,
But he knew this was her worst fear…
Every time it happened she couldn’t look him in the eye,
He would force he down and tell her not to cry.
For years this abuse went on that man always there,
He says it won’t hurt but what does he care.
All he wants is his only time of disgusting sexual pleasure,
But for the little girl of 9 its pain you can not measure.
For years went by and she did not understand,
What he was doing to her till someone took her hand.
She poured out her heart of all her unpleasant fears,
As she told her story it really bought her to tears.
No one knew of the pain and nightmare she went through,
But now she had talked to people she knew what to do.
She took her abuser to court and looked him in the eye,
She couldn’t believe she let all the years of hurt slip by.
The girl now in her teens took to the stand and gave her plea,
Saying with courage “how could you do this to me”?
She then put her head down in bitterness shame,
And said “Could I be the one to blame”?
But then she realised that it was him to blame,
And wanted to make sure he could not clear his name.
Because if he did he would do it again to another child,
And they would suffer the same pain from the man gone wild. |  |
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