Did you ever contemplate
I'd take this to my grave.
Did I when two seduce you,
maybe dress in lingerie.
Did you ask permission
to touch me in that way.
You convinced me once
but no excuses for your game.
You took away my dolls
& made me yours so you could play.
To consummate you tell me
I am worthless every day.
A little girl should never have to
grow up in this way.
Big brothers' job is to protect,
it's not to enslave.
Little sister needed you
now she's telling you; you've failed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So sad to think that things like that happen...