A tear rolls down her cheek,
as she remembers how he spoke.
So soft against her skin.
As gentle as his stroke.

He takes a seat beside her,
sure not to make a sound.
Creating such a fear,
as he takes a look around.

He watches her impatiently.
Can't wait much anymore.
But she has no idea,
what he has for her in store.

She doesn't make a sound.
She's wondering what's next.
But this little girl,
doesn't know just how complex.

She acts as if asleep,
thinking he will leave.
Instead he takes a peak.
What the fuck will she recieve?!

Just a little fourth grader.
Scared right out of mind.
As he reaches underneath,
he will not be so kind.

She tries to make it stop,
this feeling still unnamed.
No one can help her now.
She begins to feel ashaimed.

Painfull tears she's holding in,
but she cannot fight back.
His hands beneath are hurting her.
It's strength which she does lack.

I could have stopped it,
his disgusting stroke.
But I didn't say a word.
I had to choke.