I remember the way you forced me.
You spread my legs.
You took my clothes.
You took my childhood
And you stole my innocence.
You forced your tognue over me.
To the back of my throat.
You pinned me down.
I remember the green coat.
I cant even stand the coulour green.
I remember the red bus.
On the top deck.
I cant get a red bus.
Or im back there again.
But its all a joke
cos im stuck there every day.
What is it with scum like you?
do you love the power
do you search for vualrable people.
I remeber everthing.
I wish the memories would die.
Amy Louise Kerswell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-remember-35/
