I bent over willingly not knowing
what exactly was going to happen.

I faced the door hoping help
would  come through the ***** keyhole.

Thing is.......
I was always up after eight
and didn't have the power to fight
nor scream.

After this particular incident that happened
one too many times,
regularly.
Everything changed.

I slept early.
I had anger towards men.
I was afraid of speaking up.
And lastly I didn't know what it was.

Because it wasn't skin on skin,
Society would conclude and say it wasn't a scheme .

Because I didn't scream,
Society would conclude and say I enjoyed it.

So what is child molestation?
Skin on skin?
Or not wanting it to happen at all?

I didn't say "No" cause I was afraid,
I didn't say "No" cause saying it to an elder was rude,
I didn't say "No" cause he was the opposite ***
And I didn't say "No" cause I was seven years of age.

Now tell me I wasn't molested.

Written by :Leechle ❤️