You betrayed
The young bosom of trust
By your old loins of lust
You banished
The innocence in the eyes of the minor
By your caresses of betrayal
You slaughtered
The naivety in the heart of the sobbing prey
By your libido of conquest
In your quest to play Satan
You named your sin;
the preying puritan
the praying mantis
the neighing horse
the bleating goat
the mating dog
You said no child was a saint
In your quest to be on heat
You said no minor was a minor
—each time you stooped to conquer
In your quest to stay on heat
You said all minors were majors
—down beneath the skirt
In your quest to quench your heat
You subjected all minors to suffer your dirty whim
You told her not to tell
After you felled her like a willow tree
Only to satisfy your unbridled disease
You told her not to tell
After you plucked her innocent virginity
In the secret place of your glee
Where none could see
Nor hear her plea
Don’t tell on me
I’m your generous benefactor
your foster father
your trusted teacher
your mother’s brother
Promise not to ponder to bother a disclosure
II
She fell victim
to the pervert
to the rapist
to the distant cousin
to the family kingpin
She fell victim to incest
Oh, why a child to molest?
III
Who will believe her tears
When incest occurs
In front of the family Kingpin
How will she answer
her accusers?
They accused her of enticing
her abusers
She fell victim to her fears
She fell victim to the family secret
She loved a father
a father who used her
She looked up to a teacher
a teacher who hurt her
She run to a brother
a brother who abused her
Then she coiled into her soul
a soul that felt not worth a soul
Taken
and rushed through it all
Rushed through life
Broken
and thrown at life
Trodden
and branded by lies
Frozen
with no wings to fly
Broken for life
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