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Kimmy Aug 2021
I am writing this letter  knowing that you will never get to read it . There are things I need to hear myself say to you . First, I am going to tell you that you were lucky. You are a man who was able to violate the trust

You were able to cause pain and suffering in a child’s life and just  move on without any repercussions.
The destruction you caused was a mere chapter in your life. I know that you deny what you did to me when talking to others,

but you cannot pretend with me.
I am the one you violated.
I am the one you betrayed.
I am the one who remembers
. You cannot run away from me or God.
We know the truth
, no matter what you tell others
or say to yourself.
When I first met you 6 years ago.
You were so easily able to still deny what you did even though you knew i knew what you did duane!.

When that chapter in your life was over, and you couldn’t touch me again, you moved on. But your actions had a huge impact on the rest of my childhood.
Your actions gave me anger that a child/adolescent should never have to feel.
You gave me fear that only children who have been traumatized have.
You gave me nightmares every night for years
I would wake up screaming in terror, trying to escape the monster in my dream that, even at a young age, I always knew was you.

You trampled my trust for any man or boy to enter my life.
You gave me a temper that led me to harm others as well as myself.
Due to your actions, I suffer with depression couple of times  almost led me to end my own life
For years after your new life began, I struggled to keep the only one I had.

Even when times seemed to be good, a simple trigger would give me a flashback,
sending me right back to when and where all the fears began.
You took away my childhood.
You took away my mother’s chance to play and have fun with her only daughter during what was supposed to be a happy, free and playful time in her  life
You took away my chance to have what other kids have,
a protective,
loving,
supportive
and respected father

You took away my time to learn and develop respectful and appropriate relationships with others.
You left a child with nothing but
fear
anger
confusion
to grow and develop with
To this day, at 35, I still am trying to learn about what makes an appropriate and healthy relationship between a husband/wife,
father and child
I am still trying to figure out
if I will ever be able to decipher
a good man,
from one like you.
You did not just ****** your daughter until she was 5,
you damaged her entire life in ways that you cannot even begin to, and never will,
understand.
Sadly, you are not the only man to do this, or something like it to his child
But I want you to know that I came out on this positive, compared to what could have happened,

All my life I went to church with my adopted family . Every Sunday. I remember always sitting there not wanting to be there. I was mad and confused on why he did this to me. Years after I was still holding that anger towards God. 
Then one day recently actually I was sitting out side . It was dark and stars and the quiet all around me was what I needed. I realized I never thanked God for saving me when he did..  I was so angry with him I forgot he was the savior in my situation. I used always think what would I be like if I ended up staying with you guys. I dont think I would of survived. So I thank God every night as well as apologizing to him for all the anger. 

He is now showing me how to be strong, move on, learn and use the feelings I had about my situation to drive me in a better direction.
The Lord showed me how to save myself from you , However, I believe that these goals have been decided on because I have developed something that others might not have.
I have experience in this type of trauma. I have passion needed to make a difference in the lives of other children who are being put through what you did to me.
I also have the intelligence needed to out-smart anyone who gets in my way of protecting those kids from people like you. They deserve a chance like I had to overcome.

There is one more thing that makes me different from anyone else who has been violated in such a way.
I have forgiveness.
the Lord ,is  showing me how to forgive you But hear me when I say, do not be mistaken. I do not forgive you because I feel  you deserve another chance. People like you do not change I firmly believe that you would harm another defenseless little girl.
I dont  forgive you because I feel you had been punished enough. The only way I would feel that justice had been served would be if you were in prison for life,  I do not forgive you because time healed all my  wounds. My scars are still very much there and I will always struggle, to some degree, with what you did to me.

I forgave you for myself and myself only, It is because the
anger,
fear
sadness
are a distraction
It's  something I do not deserve to have. I let the pain and suffering you caused me run my life and love for 25 years and that was too long. Itsx time to let that all go and find the emotions and feelings that truly make up who I am deep inside.
All those feelings I have  towards you, as well as the ones you made me feel towards myself,
were like a blanket covering the real me. I forgave you to find myself,
and I have.
You deserve no credit for this
. You are lucky. Your child survived a traumatic experience and violation by you, her father,
and came out an
amazing,
smart,
driven,
kind
beautiful woman.
However, you do not get to claim me and my success. I did this on my own, (but in the beginning with the help from adopted family My anger towards you however is gone. I wasted too much time and energy on you and I learned to put it towards fixing what you broke. Now that I have, I feel you should know what you caused as well as the result.

You broke me, and ruined my childhood, but you will not have my present or future. I welcome an apology from you. But do not think for a second that I will accepting
anything less than a true, honest-to-God and responsibility-taken, apology. Remember, I am smart enough to know the difference. If you do try for contact I will also require an apology from.  my mom. I deserve an apology, but  i will not hold my breath.  From the daughter you broke
Sorry if this caused any triggers for anyone.  Im so happy im finally able to start finding myself after all this time in pain
You tried to touch me,
and I said no.
You still tried and I pushed you away
asking…. no, telling you to leave me alone.
But still, you grabbed me,
like an object that belonged to you.
And when I still said no,
you acted like that was your cue
to grab me again
and do what you do.
You were my best friend
and now I ******* hate you!
I still blame myself for what you did to me.
How is that fair?
It’s been 4 years and I think about it daily.
While you don’t even care.
You ruined high school for me.
I had to see you every day in band.
But I still blame myself,
for not putting you on the stand.
about my ****** assault in 9th grade
I got the school involved, they did nothing despite my concrete evidence
Randy Johnson Feb 2020
The story I'm going to tell is something that isn't good.
A registered *** offender moved to my neighborhood.
A child molester moved to my neighborhood and I didn't want him here.
When I told my neighbors that I wanted him to leave, I made my point clear.
But the idiots said that everybody deserves a second chance.
Sometimes that is true but not under this circumstance.
All of my neighbors said that we should forgive and forget.
They ignored me and it was something they would regret.
Less than two months later, a neighbor's daughter was molested.
The police were called and the creep was handcuffed and arrested.
I told everybody time after time to make him leave but they ignored my advice.
And because of their stupidity, my neighbor's underage daughter paid the price.
I have a message that each and every person needs to receive.
If a child molester moves to your neighborhood, you should demand that he leaves.
Arisa Mar 2019
An insect.
That crawls upon my body, except I can't quickly swat it away
Without causing attention to myself
and everyone noticing that my
white ******* are pulled
all the way down
to my ankles.

My lips are dry so I bite them.
Knuckles whitening while I hold onto the grip-strap
And I hear his heavy breathing against my neck.
I look at the tunnels, quickly passing by.
'Maybe this will end fast too?'

Naive of me to think so.

Sliding into my flower
Like a toxic, little aphid.
Stuck on my sticky leaves
As petals are parted and

I pour out of the open doors in Shinjuku station,
And run out, wiping a tear on my sleeve.
I tug up my decency
While I run to the ticket booth.
Angry foreigner was yelling at the old man who sits within.
The clock above strikes eight.
I decide that it's not worth it.
I won't tell anyone.
It doesn't matter.
Could be worse.
It's okay.
I'm okay.







I wasn't okay.
I recall a time where I was molested by a pervert in the trains of Tokyo when I was in middle school.
mars Dec 2018
Waves taller than I was
cool atlantic ocean
grainy sand between my fingers
burying my toes.

Hot sunburns and salty hair
the beach bars where we used to eat off the kids meal
going back to your condo
sitting on your couch.

Thrown over his shoulders
covered in sand, the warm weight used to be fun but now it just scares me
you scare me.
My shoulders were kissed
sunscreen on my back
the lukewarm pools and marco polo races holding my breath until i thought my lungs would explode.

The water would rush back with the pull of the ocean our sundresses damp around our ankles, bruises over our mouths where you held them shut
The porch light was on to the condo my towel draped over your balcony, bathing suit bottoms in your bedroom.

Forgotten toys and to pairs of arm floaties because i was never good at swimming, you left your watch on the shoreline.
Crying because of the pain and the hatred and love
Never knowing if I would be cuddled or touched
but knowing i would be cuddled after being touched
those sunburnt spots caressed by you.
White caps peak as the sun rises, we’re cold with fevers and abuse, shaking as our feet are wet again with salty water and your watch pulled out to the sea, lost forever.
angelique Jan 2017
i lost my innocence at eight years old
and i wish someone would have told me that
i wish i hadn't figured it out by myself when my trust in anything that was supposed to be safe was already long gone
i wish i hadn't walked up to him
i wish i wasn't afraid to tell people that i did because i'm afraid to hear someone blame me for it
i wish i didn't blame me for it
i wish i never have to experience that awful feeling of simultaneous disgust, shame, dirtiness, and confusion again
every time i've taken my shirt off for ten years straight.
when i shower.
when anyone touches me even in the most innocent way.
that feeling like the only way i could ever feel completely clean would be to burn my skin off.
that feeling that consumes my mind out of the blue and suddenly i'm that little girl in the green and white striped skort again that didn't understand what happened to her
just that it was bad
the little girl that nobody taught to differentiate between what was okay along with the real, blunt reason why and what happened to her so any sort of physical contact with people felt wrong
i wish i could never feel that again
i wish it could be night all the time and no one would ever be around
they warn you about wandering too far from home when you're alone
about going out after dark and playing in places without people around
about the bad people, the sick malicious perverts, that you have to watch out for
they don't tell you about the good people that just don't know what they're doing
they don't tell you about the grandfather with dementia watching his grandson play at the park in broad day light surrounded by people
at least, they don't tell you to stay away from him
daylight has never made me feel more secure than darkness
and seeing people nearby has never brought me comfort
because nothing has ever made me feel more unsafe and vulnerable than that day in the park
in broad daylight
surrounded by people
I know the feeling.
The feeling of foreign hands in your body
Against your will
Your throat becomes tight
Your tongue becomes numb
Your mind goes blank
Your body starts to shake heavy
This is it. He wins over
He might had the physical power
to use your body to his pleasure
But tu, mujer are stronger than he is.
The aftermath will want to shut you down
but use your tongue to bring justice.
Dont let fear make you inferior.
Dont let him prey for the next girl.
Dont let another voice be let unheard.
Y Rada Oct 2015
I buried him somewhere…
When I go to bed at night,
I checked the closet and he’s not there,
I tried under my bed and he’s not there.

Surely he’s dead for I buried him somewhere,
I am a woman now and not a frantic child,
It’s been a long while since I have not visited his grave,
Pray then, why must he appear now?

I tried hard to move on with life,
I persevered to love and accept myself,
I opened my heart to forgive my own,
My being is as wide as the skies.

I found solace in the plateau of my existence,
Why must he visit now?
Truly, I buried him somewhere,
And I swore he’ll never see me again.

He’s there trying to taunt and torture me,
He’s the one who mocks me,
He scoffs me when I search for happiness,
He laughs when I try beating myself.

Nightmares haunt me even at day,
He was the devil himself,
He, a vile and a disgusting man,
Who touched and fondled me in my innocent years.

He violated my freshness to rotten,
And it took me years to pick up the pieces,
Now that I’m almost whole I couldn’t understand,
Why must he resurrect in my dreams?

I am a woman and I still live,
Yet fear still envelopes my being,
I can never forgive and I will never forget,
But surely, I buried him somewhere…
Dedicated to the abused (sexually or other) females around the world
Jackeline Chacon Aug 2015
I look in the mirror
And all I can see
Is a little lost girl
Staring at me

I reach her hand
But she starts to fade
I can't undo all these
Mistakes I have made

I was innocent once
I can still hear her voice
The way she cried stop
But she had no choice
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