You make me feel as I have never felt
You offered a hand; that, should have never been dealt.
I asked myself, 'Is this part of life, that is real'?
Lord, can this be the real deal?
'Do as I say and don't make me shout'!
I remember as it were yesterday, what molestation was all about!
The first time we walked down that long and lonely dirt road,
I didn't know I would return with such a burden and heavy load.
My innocence was stolen by my mother and her friend,
I could only hope the pain would stop and my life would end,
I tried to fight them off; and, Lord, how I tried to scream,
The abuse just got worse and I had hoped it was a bad dream.
I was told to get up from that damned hard floor,
dry up those tears, I don't want to hear you cry no more!
I did as I were told to do; for, I was scared and felt filth deep within,
I scrubbed and scrubbed, but, felt that filth as they touched us again.
As time rolled on and more abuse did occur,
It was no longer love we felt; for, it was a deep hatred for her,
I didn't understand what we did to deserve the pain in our heart,
I just know, the innocence stolen left many cold and a love torn apart.
I was eight years old and in the third grade,
never a chance of normality; for, she stole our ace of spade!
Please Lord forgive what has been done; for,
each within each child remains respect for her, not one!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem