. The morning after When I told my mother That he made me touch him She took my to the bathroom To wash my hands - Because he made me***** With his essence Now that I am older Thatcrime still lives on my skin And in my mind I can't help but wonder- If I wouldn't have felt so soiled Had everyone not told me That I was that way I was just a little girl With big blue eyes But I understood right then That *** meant grime They tell me that it's not my fault That I had no part in the scene It severed the ties in my mind That made me a part of the thing Now I still don't connect emotionally During ***
Instead I simply submit- Because that's as close to love As I'll ever get .