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A child tells her mother about being sexually abused by men she knows, how much it hurts, and wonders aloud if she should not have been born at all!
Maa… They were a bunch of familiar faces Cultured and credible [supposedly] Yet well stocked with disguised lust That you and I could never easily discern!
And then one day They shamelessly savored my tender flesh Gratifying their insatiable ‘sexual appetite’ And look what they did to me While you were away!
(i)
That ‘amiable uncle’ Snuggled me into his arms Coaxed me to let him use his two hands All over my flesh While I was alone!
(ii)
That ‘cordial man’ I fondly called my teacher One day brazenly set out To intrude my body parts While I was alone!
(iii)
That well disposed ‘Hospitable neighbor’ enticed me Grabbed me with full force To fulfill his profound craving For a slice of me While I was alone!
(iv)
That ‘doting cousin’ Fondled with his organs Sneaking his unsettling fingers Under my clothes and Groped me for a moment of pleasure Without a peck of hesitation While I was alone!
(v)
Even the ‘man’ Whose blood runs through my anatomy The one I proudly called ‘papa’ Derived gratification from my youthful frame While I was alone!
And yes I did utter a yelp But in no time my shrieks Dwindled into subdued whimpers Before ‘they’ devoured me Like a luscious morsel Of course, abandoning the ‘left over’ Just to writhe in pain And dwell in sullen silence
Maa… It really hurts!
But I wish you hadn’t left me alone If your observant eye Could rescue me before the brutal invasion
Maa…. My predators are all over And perhaps Your womb was the only safest haven!
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