It's all a lie.
I don't tell the truth.
He touched me.
A little girl, and he touched me.
I told him no.
I lied to you,
I was scared.
If I could take it back,
I would tell you truth.
He touched me.
He molested me.
He touched me.
I told him no.
He was my daddy,
Now he's just a man.
I don't respect him.
How can I?
Someone who will do that to a ten year old girl,
Someone who will make her do things...
How?
I was scared,
He had made me promise not to tell.
God, how I wish I could take it back.
I can't, and I pay the price.
My arms are testiment to his actions.
The bruises and the scars
All left because I told he hit me.
Not he touched me,
What I should have said.
He touched me.
I wish I was dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem