Survivors Poetry

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I was in my room
With all my toys
What did I know
About girls and boys?
I loved my mum
I loved my dad
What did I know
About being bad?
I was only three
Maybe four
When my brother opened
My bedroom door
He said he had
A game to play
What did I know
About playing that way?
He got me naked
On mum and dad’s bed
What did I know
About being misled?
His fingers touched
My private parts
What did I know
About broken hearts?
My mother caught us
Smacked my bum
What did I know
About what would come?

By Toni De Marco