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sitting in the corner,
bruises starting to form.
tears falling down my cheeks,
trying to get warm.

i look back and feel the pain,
of him between my thighs.
i try not to make a sound,
i couldnt look into his eyes.

momma's at work,
and it's always just him and me.
i try to lock the door,
he gets in and starts rapping me.

i tried to tell momma,
but she wont believe.
every time she leaves,
he commands me to get on my knees.

i wish my father was here,
to heal the pain i feel.
the blood pouring down my legs,
this mental wound will never heal.

it's like this everyday,
for days and days on.
the only time i feel at peace is when he's gone.

and now im in the hospital,
the doctor says ive been raped
momma finally believes my story,
and now its too late.

a lifetime of counseling,
nightmares of pain.
i can still feel him inside of me,
calling out my name.