The True Tale Poem by Sargun Kaur

Deep down in my receptacle of menories, i found my childhood lagging in it
And when i try hard on it the flood hits
Thr flood of bad that happened and i could only recall, a girl tied to bed, a man ready to rip apart his head, the six year girl did not knrw how to give him pleasure, my own cousin would do that who thought forgetting about the sense of leisure, terrified by it i made no friends my life could only see the dead ends, i ratted off about it to mom years later she fainted, yes she fainted her face totally red painted, ahe had taken fall for me that she lacked in how to nurture me and a wind of glee ran in me but i decided after15to move on and start a new life making me and mom smile, i pretended i forgot all and now she is happy