I admitted
From
A young age
That I..

Well, hold
On.

Backstory-

My uncle (yes this is going semi
Where
You

Think

It will)...

Sold me to his neighbor.

I remember the hair.
And the nails.
And hiding

Behind
The recliner.

I remember the desperation.

I remember
Saying
“I can dress myself”

But someone else
dressed me anyway.

I remember
My parents not believing

My aunt
Singing/saying

“I was only gone

FIFTEEN

minutes.”

When he went to jail
Almost
20
YEARS
later....

For

assaulting

a

minor.

I knew

it happened.

I admitted
From
A young age
That I could
****
Someone.

If
I had my choice
It would be
HIM