Anger of a little girl
are you glad at what you did?
make me feel shame and guilt,
all for your little games,
how dare you put your hands on a child,
and talk down to her,
because she knew what was right,
but was scared of you,
your little games you played,
is what she feared most,
having to put herself,
into a world where she was safe,
because her reality sucked,
how can you be ok,
doing the things you put her through?
growing up feeling like it was her fault,
when in reality,
you were to weak to take responsiblity,
for your actions and what you did wrong,
she hated the smell of smoke,
it what she would smell,
when you were having your fun,
she hates anything that's sexual,
that is surpose to be noraml,
but yet she can't enjoy it,
flashbacks run through her mind,
replaying every sick thing you done to her,
what i'm surpose to do,
get over it?
act like i'm ok,
guess what?
i'm not ok,
all of those times you made me your favorite,
i would take being alone and ignored,
over everything you have did to me,
i hate you now and for always will,
but this anger that i'm feeling inside,
is starting to show,
on the people i care about,
and who i want in my future,
you are a sick pig,
and i wish i could of stand up to you,
but i was just a child than,
i felt so helpless and scared,
those lies you told me,
were coming true the more the truth got out,
so i try to reverse it and keep it to myself,
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poem by Mona Martinez
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