Apr 2019
I felt his hands touching my *******, my thighs
I fought but it changed nothing,
Because I was only 5
He told me that I should like it
Though I begged him to stop
It was more terrifying than I could ever admit
But he pulled me down
When I tried to run
And I felt like I was going to drown
He, who I had trusted
Desecrated my most private places
But he also forced his way into my head
It was only his hands
But to me
It was something I would never fully understand
His brother saw me
And ignored my pleas
As He violated my purity
I finally ran
From Him, my cousin
And the memory of his touch,
His hands.
I fought but it changed nothing,
Because I was only 5
He told me that I should like it
Though I begged him to stop
It was more terrifying than I could ever admit
But he pulled me down
When I tried to run
And I felt like I was going to drown
He, who I had trusted
Desecrated my most private places
But he also forced his way into my head
It was only his hands
But to me
It was something I would never fully understand
His brother saw me
And ignored my pleas
As He violated my purity
I finally ran
From Him, my cousin
And the memory of his touch,
His hands.
Dear Cousin, I hate you. I hope you die full of regret and guilt. That in your last moments, you remember what you did to me. Because I can never forget. You destroyed something that was so precious, my sense of safety. And I will never ever forgive you.
