I have been here before,
I know how you feel.
His fists have been flying again,
His words have become swords,
His belts have come off more often.
The bruises on your skin tell the story,
Your scars tell a greater tale,
Your posture,
As you cower in shame and fear,
At the sight of men,
Tell me everything I need to know.
He tore your clothes again, didn't he?
He covered your mouth,
Watched you swallow your screams,
While he made you the object_
he released his sexual frustration into
Or was it some sick form of dominance?.
Did he see the pleading in your eyes,
As he thrust in and out,
In and out, in and out,
Tearing you, bruising you in places_
that you had one day imagined
would be explored with delicate finesse?.
Yes, he did.
But like a savage abomination,
Unfit to walk among men,
He pillaged and ravaged you,
Over and over again.
How many stiches did you need this time?
Last time it was twenty five,
For he cut you up with his belt_
as you tried resisting.
I heard you told the nurse,
That you had fallen.
It was the perfect explanation you could give,
For your arm that was broken.
But he did that too,
Didn't he?
But you have to put an end,
For despite your thoughts,
You have no faults.
It isn't your fault,
That you were born into the world as a Girl child
You are not a mistake,
Neither are you an error to be corrected.
So Girl child,
You must rise,
Rise and stand tall.
Scream to the world and let them know,
That the man they shake hands with_
is an abomination, a nightmare, an error unfit to remain.
Tell them that he could be the start of an unending traumas to their daughters too.
Do not cower,
Do not be afraid,
For you are not weak,
You are strong,
You are a fighter,
You are,
The Girl Child
©Pikachu
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