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Forever Affected**

Poetry By: BeautfulPixiePrincess
Poetry



Im pretty sure you will get the idea


Submitted:Apr 30, 2011    Reads: 137    Comments: 3    Likes: 4   


A cute little girl, only 8 years old
She was invincible, nothing could scare her.
She ran around happy as hell.
Always around her family, the ones who love her.
She knew they'd always protect her.
Until one night He closed the door.
Told her she better not scream.
He hurt her in ways no one could ever imagine.
He allowed his hands to trace her body
She was 8 he was in his twenty's.
Now she fears going to that house,
Hates being near him. She won't forget.
A pretty young lady
A smile that could make the boys fall head over heals.
She grew up with a fear of being alone with guys
But it was like she needed their attention.
Her sister took them to a hotel
She had her own room.
With alcohol in the fridge this 15 year old
Saw an escape, a beautiful escape.
She stepped outside to see a group of males staring
her up and down, whistling and calling her over.
Turning around she went back to her room,
glancing over her shoulder the group
was walking towards her.
She locked her door and started the shower
outside her room those boys called her out
Asking to join her in the shower
A disgusting young man, made her sick inside.
She tried to go to her sisters room
when that man grabbed her
She tried to fight back he slammed her against the wall.
A young man saw her trying to get out of his grip
He ran to them, telling him to leave or he'd call the cops.
He saved her that night.
A beautiful woman standing in the mirror
She sees a pretty face, but pain in her eyes.
She is filled with pain, something she just cant explain.
It only brings back memories.
The tears and the muffles
The pain and the shock.
The fear he brought to her.
She was 8 and as 10 years have past
she still cries, she still fears him.
Who knows what he'd try when he saw her again.
She lies about not being afraid
But everytime a guy touches her
She saids a prayer to God.
Knowing he would save her
Knowing her soul was already shot.
One more touch, one more kiss
could send her to her grave.




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