The viewpoint of a victim of repeated sexual abuse.
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned,
I screamed and wept as I was pinned-
To the pews, under your roving hands,
To be condemned to hellish lands.
I'm sorry Miss Teacher,
For sobbing as though I was hurt,
When your painted nails went up my skirt.
Please don't make me fail again,
I promise not to show the aching pain.
Mister Boss, I need the work,
I won't stop your stares as they lurk-
On my body, unashamed,
After all, I am to be blamed.
My soul has long died, I will follow,
As integrity becomes weak and hollow.
I mean nothing, a worthless form,
Lost to my inner storm.
These scars are mine, and mine to bear,
I won't complain again,