The childish chatter, the laughter,
The shrieks of pleasure,
The incessant questioning,
All went silent one fateful day.
No one noticed the child was missing
Instead kept asking what was it that hurt.
No feverish brow, no upset tummy
Why then was there this sullen silence?
Too busy with the household chores
The sickness of man was overlooked.
Trust was placed on the wrong people
A small child became victim to man's lust
Abused and battered, too scared to speak
She grew up not knowing who to trust.
Ashamed she was, blamed all on self
For not all little girls are made to submit
The days and years all stolen from her
Her childhood turned to a silent hell
Where time and again
Her screams were silenced
Her body ravaged, her spirit killed.
In a shell she lives this woman young
Cringing at the very though of man
How will she ever learn to trust
The man who loves her and treats her best?
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