his eyes are evil, mine filled with fear
he stroked me on my back and called me dear
he kissed my neck as i try to fight him off
then he hits me so hard i bleed when i cough
i kick and i scream, he is loving the fight
because he knows i'll get tired and he'll get laid tonight
i'm so afraid thinking what did i do wrong
did i dress too sexy did i lead him on
tears flooding my face
i'm scared to death of this place
as the tears run down my face
he licks them just to get a taste
soon i loose conscienceness where i am i dont know
when i wake-up im naked on the bathroom floor
then he smiles and winks as if he is pleased
then i look in the mirror and who i seen wasnt me
i am that five year old girl you sat next to on the train
i am that ten year old girl you saw on the plane
i am that fifteen year old girl that loves to ski
i am that sixteen year old rebel that wants to be free
i am every girl thats been molested and now sadly they are me.
(this is just a poem written by me. none of this actually happen, thanks and plz comment.)
tanesha davenport
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-little-girl-s-fear/
