A little piece of her
“Hey little one, can I walk you home?” He asked
“Don’t be afraid, I’m your uncle” He added
“It’s okay, I’m almost there” She said
She started to run; inside she was becoming scared.
Before she knew it, he had caught up with her,
The strength of his grip as he grabbed her by the hip,
Next thing she knew, she was in the nearby coffee plantation,
His hand covering her mouth as she screamed for help.
Without permission, without consent,
He took one thing that she can never get back,
Her innocence, her childhood, her purity,
Just to get a little piece of her.
Memories of that day are still ingrained in her mind,
That 5-year-old girl is now me; I have grown and bloomed,
I have learned to love my life and people who love me endlessly,
I refuse to let what you did to me determine my identity.
I pray that you never do that another girl,
I am no longer your victim; I am much more than that,
While I’ll never forget what you did to me,
I choose a path of kindness; I forgive you.
To victims of rape; you are not alone,
You are so much more than you think; you are loved,
You deserve much better than what happened to you,
My heart is with you as you seek peace ♥
“You’re not a victim for sharing your story. You are a survivor setting the world on fire with your truth. And you never know who needs your light, your warmth, and raging courage” —Alex Elle