(This was based on a true story told by an abused girl named Steph)
TESTIMONY OF A SEXUALLY ABUSED CHILD
As i've watched the little flowers bloom
Thine be the gladness and mine be the doom
In solitude,the memories revived
The diabolical and grievous hell i had survived.
It all started when i was five
All the heavenly things and the earth were alive
Not until my mother pass away
Then an infinite feeling of inferno stirred me.
The misery and degredation entwined
Hobble all things with monstrousness behind
As the atrocious whispers float in the hill
My brother stand next to me,naked and still.
Father commanded him to stroke his snake
And if i refuse he smack my bottom and raped me himself
All the crystal and marble ive treasured suddenly break
Worst was my brother enjoyed to repeat it on quick.
I battled as ive crossed the thread of suffering
I had drowned my fears to the light approaching
CHILDLINE came and rolled the black clouds
My father was jailed but my travail ever growls loud.
(This poem was written after i read STEPH'S story.How horrible she had gone through in the hands of his father and brother,she courageously speak out in the Child Abuse Effects.)
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