Stolen Innocence Poem by Verter McDougald

Verter McDougald

District of Columbia

Stolen Innocence



My body was their playground, and yet I was still a child. My mind was always racing, I thought they were supposed to protect and love me. One is touching places that he shouldn't, and I was only
six.The next time one had me touch his manly parts, I had to be eight or nine. Oh no here is another fondling my breast at age twelve.The fondling and touching just wasn't enough for the one that sexually molested me from ten through twelve.I'm forgiving all of you today, so I can free myself and move forward with my life.

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