Don't Hurt Me Poem by AXKANE VII

An old man touched me
He groomed me subtly
I was too young to notice
He was drawing near me for bliss

Now I don't trust most men
I could only wish they don't hurt me
None of them could cut this heart open
For good reason. That's what they don't see

Listen, you. You cannot trust all men
Their deeds are not to blame upon thee
Understand that their thoughts could happen
But only as far as God withholds His mercy (God will save us. Don't fall victim."