Sex Abuse
Sex abuse makes you feel dirty,
When he’s the one that’s scum,
It takes away your dignity,
That which you treasure as your sum;
You know you shouldn’t be there,
But collect yourself to concede,
The assertion of molestation,
That's supposed to meet his need.
“Will I ever be sexual again?”
You fear and think life’s over,
And still his hand and hard-on,
Fill your mind, his credentials hover;
“Will I manage to speak to my councellor?”
Bold with love, patience and grace;
“What will be my outcome?”
And “What will be my life’s face?”
11th of September 2015
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