Her Innocence
When a young girl’s innocence gets taken away,
How does she feel? What does she say?
She says nothing, but she feels ashamed.
She’s wondering if she’s the one to blame.
Should she blame herself for what this Coward did?
No, instead she keeps that hurt locked away—hid.
Hidden from the world so no one can see,
See the hurt, the pain and what he did to me,
I’m the little girl, who was raped and beat.
I was about six years old four and a half feet.
I was young and innocent—that shouldn’t have been me!
I’m sorry mom if I did something wrong.
I’m writing this poem because I’ve been hurt for so long.
I didn’t know how to tell you—who would you believe?
Would you be afraid that he’d just up and leave?
Would you think I’m lying and take his side?
I should have been able to tell you—I shouldn’t have had to hide.
When your innocence is taken away,
That‘s something you can’t get back. So there’s nothing left to say.
I tried to go on with my life, but it’s such a hard thing to do,
How would you feel if your mother picked him over you???