When you were a kid, you had a favorite toy.
Be it a doll, a tiny truck, a car, a stuffy.
You did have one.
While you had one,
I was one.
I was played with.
Fed upon.
Made to be used and abused
Isn't it funny?
How some people are like like kids,
and Others are more like their pretty, little, shiny, toys.
"Oh mommy!" He would cry
"She is so pretty"
"So Cute"
"so wet..."
Malicious
I am not a toy
I am a real person
I am real
am I?
****** assault as a child