Mom, how you not accept that your daughter was hurt.
A lively rainbow soul was stripped, shattered, misuse by a man you once trusted.
Mom , I was afraid of the bathtub, not because of drowning into the drains.
It was because of the man you once trusted.
I was afraid of sleeping in my bed, not because of the scary movies.
It was because of the nightmares my body had to endure by the man you once trusted.  
Mom, the bruises and scars were not from the playground.  
They were from the man you trusted.
I am incapable of loving someone especially myself.
You stood and watched my life stripped by the man you once trusted