She was only thirteen when he molested her, this he had the chance to do because her parents were too busy to attend to her;
They felt money was everything;
They gave her the best education, gave her all she wanted but yet she felt empty;
She was in desperate need of attention, love, and care but they were too blind and adamant to what she wanted;
She sometimes asked herself if she was asking for too much.
She thought having an alter ego was the only option;
Yeah she thought bottling up her pains of molestation was the only option;
but never did she know that she was doing herself more harm than good;
She grew up, using men just as she was used.
Oh how she hated him, the one person who inserted the demon of lust and sex into her;
She was a reputable lawyer fighting for the right and freedom of young girls that has passed through the same pains of molestation like her;
She feels dirty each time she satisfies her thirst for sex;
She cries and wails yet no one, I mean no one is sensitive enough to see it, because she hides it under a camouflage of her profession.
Oh! for how long will this beautiful soul continue in this?
How long will she pretend like all is well?
How long will she use her profession as a cover up for her pains?
How long will she dread and fear to face the very man that brought this upon her?
How long will the memory keep coming up?
Oh! i wish she can forgive him, let go and forge ahead;
How i wish she can face fear in the face;
I just pray, i pray and wish that she runs quickly to her creator before it will be too late;
He is patiently waiting for her to cast all her pains, grief and hatred because he is ever ready to forgive and cleanse her.
This Poem is dedicated to young girls and boys who has in one way been a victim of molestation😪😪.😪
I remain
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