Not Again, Please Don'T! Poem by Kirstie Duekett

Laying quietly in my bed,
the tears I begin to shed.

The door handle turns with you on the other side,
coming in gleaming with pride.

It you coming back for you obsession,
at only seven I have to learn my lesson.

Sucking on my thumb staying as quiet as can be,
maybe tonight my guadian angle with save me.

I start crying when you begin your mates saying 'oh what a beauty',
couldn't you just teach me taking away anything but my dignity.

Only special little girls know this everlasting love,
didn't make me special even took away a girls dream getting married and setting loose that speacial white DOVE.

Years go by and yet it's my fault,
to young to know it was a kind of assult.