Am always on your street downtown,
Am always too comfortable to say yes,
Many of you look down on me,
Because I am seen with men many a times,
The elderly tag me ‘’the child of the world’’,
My mates call me the girl of easy virtue,
Every man wants to have a taste of me,
The mothers take their daughters away from me,
The fathers never want their sons close to me.
But they seems to forget that,
I was only eight when Uncle sam broke my hymen,
And created a beast that always wants it rough,
Am still that little girl that was always in the street at night with no one to talk to,
Am still the little girl that the street left with a heavy heart,
Am still that little girl that had a mother that hardly stay at home,
Because she wasn’t ready when I came into her life.
Nevertheless,
Am better than any good girl,
Am blessed with the heart of gold,
Is just that I had no one to tell me that what uncle sam did was appalling and disgusting,
And that it would change my psychology about men and sex.
Please don’t be like me!
#victim #childoftheworld
#victim #wolfmade
Beautiful! Haunting, but beautiful. Steem is the perfect place for the "victim" to find understanding. It's hard to even comment on your poem because it is so poignant as to be heartbreaking. Really, really well done.
You obviously have talent so please continue to post. This is a community that will recognize and reward sincerity and is also a place that can provide friendship and healing without judgement.
I've upvoted and followed you. I look forward to hearing more of what you have to say. Thank you for sharing.