Didn't your mother tell you that stealing was bad?
Then why did you steal my dignity and self worth that night?
It's been almost three years and I still cringe when I even hug a man.
I don't get scared walking the downtown streets alone at night.
I get scared at the thought of going home and seeing you in town.
What you stole from me was my worth and safety.
What you gave me back in return was trauma and uneasiness.