Newborn child.
Meek and mild.
Learn to walk.
Do not talk.
Was barely two.
I hate you.
Was only three.
Don't touch me.
Just turned four.
Please no more.
Five and at school.
You were so cruel.
Six years old.
Do as your told.
Seven years.
Cry no tears.
Was only eight.
Nothing but rape.
Nine years.
Hide your fears.
Tied up at ten.
No hope left then.
Eleven and afraid.
The future made.
Twelve was pain.
Cannot explain.
Thirteen I tried.
You said I lied.
Fourteen years old.
Do as I'm told.
Fifteen and silent.
Again he was violent.
Raped each day.
Still have to pay.
Sixteen with fury.
Judge and jury.
Tell the police.
He is released.
Granted bail.
Avoids jail.
Retract the truth.
He killed the proof.
Seventeen.
What could have been.
Wishing to die.
To scared to cry.
Keep on the light.
Don't sleep at night.
Two metres away.
Like lion's prey.
Turn my back.
And he'll attack.
One step wrong.
and I'll be gone.
Song of the Day - Letter To John - Ani De Franco
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