Please, no!
Looking at the sky,wishing he will be done.
Begging and hoping,
please let it be over soon.
Feeling his hand,
over my body.
Hearing his breath,
it is touching my skin.
Tears I hold inside,
do not let him see.
Screams I swallow,
what would he do.
Feeling his happy,
it makes me feel bad.
Hearing his word,
he is telling me.
"You are the one"
"You make me crazy"
"God you are good"
"Come here my girl"
Feeling dirty,
what am I?
Please let me tell you,
what he has done.
This pain I cannot hold by myself.
He touched me, he kissed me,
he used me. He was horny.
He is a dad, he is old.
Why did he do that to me?
He said that he cared for me,
how could he if he did this
to me..?
He killed me when he touched me...
Poetry by Sandra Sicilie Hansen
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Written on 2006-01-09 at 13:14
Tags Pain  Sexual  Abuse 
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