Rape

What was there left of her
after the bad men touched her?
What fragile sense of wonder shattered?

Where were her mommy and daddy
when they came for her?
Where was the promised safety?

What meaning did the tears have
as she cried herself to sleep each night?
Thinking thoughts of unspent rage?

What broken dreams caught her up
and sped her away to a place she was happy?
So that she could smile again?

Where did all the violence go
after she picked up the twelve gauge?
So that she could make the smile come true?

by Poet Dragon

Comments (2)

That's really beautiful. I like it a lot. I can relate, unforrtunately.
Fascinating, America is damaged souls looking for peace.