The first time he touched me
I was timid, and wanted to run to my mother
But he told me this was normal
And there was no use in being afraid
My life was already filled with so much pain
I had no experience, so who was I to object?
His hands were rough and shaking with his excitement
I shivered in fear,
How was I to react?
He told me no one wanted a ******
That he was preparing me for the man who would make me his
I didn't know anyone better
When hands gripped my *******, I held the screams at bay
It didn't feel normal
But I was only ten
How could I know the difference?
When fingers became explorative,
And found the most womanly part of me of all
I cried silent tears
When rough hands forced my thighs apart
I wanted to scream in pain
When I went home
I stayed in the shower for hours
Scrubbing till my skin was raw and bleeding
I always felt *****
I was *****
I had betrayed my family
But most of all, I had betrayed myself
I never truly lost my virginity
But I lost the innocence
That I had once carried about with joy
When will I have my justice?
When will he suffer
For the time that he made me suffer?