A Stolen Childhood

Sitting in bed makes me sad,
Thinking about the past,
I cry now and then, and she wonders why,
I can’t help it but to lie,
As my tears slowly fall I believe I’m still a child,
He took my childhood,
Ripped it into scattered pieces that now are hard to find.
Since then my life is all messed up,
It’s like a puzzle with some missing pieces, unable to be put together.
Two of the main pieces of my life were taken from me,
My childhood and my mom.
With words and abuse he traumatized me for life,
I remember as if this were yesterday.
I’m often reminded by:
The news, the rumors, the dirty talks,
It’s as if it were to be the victim’s fault.
They make the victims sound so dirty, vulgar and bad,
It’s no good I can say,
But if only people would say it another way.
It’s almost as if now, regardless of rules and instructions,
Woman has become a man’s thing to attack,
Boobs and butts seem to become an attraction for a rapist’s satisfaction.