Coward Poem by Crystal Tutson

That coward had the nerve to take my precious jewel, my virginity,
then expect me to be 'Christian' about it and forget he did that to me.
How can one get over the pain that he maliciously put me through?
And to then tell my love ones, like my grandma, who said it couldn't be true.
That coward had the nerve to speak to me like nothing was wrong,
and no longer was I looked upon as pure because my virgin-ness was gone.
Imagine in your mind, a joyful and elated 6 year old girl,
who has no worries, living life like royalty in my own world,
Until my uncle comes and shatters all my hopes and even my dreams.
It's like he gave the devil a high-five to be welcomed to the team.
That coward was sick and he wanted me to fall as well,
to keep all the hatred in my heart so I could burn in hell.
That coward didn't know that I was predestined to be great,
that he could physically rape me but my soul he couldn't take.
How could you repeatedly take something so precious from me?
And then expect me to go on and just let it be!
Hatred in my heart, like a disease, is what I want to give you,
but imma take the 'coward' road too and say, 'I forgive you.'