Survivors Poetry

He Took

He may have took something away from me
And that's something I will have to live with
I was innocent and pure and all that it stood for
But he took all that from me
He was the one at blame I didn't ask him to do that to me
Although I often wondered why pick on me
I never asked him to do that to me
He's the one to blame
It's his filth; his squalor; his dirty little secret
His guilt to bare; his shame to wear
At times I may tremor with pain
Both physically and emotionally; feel quite insane
But in time it passes and I carry on
He may have made me a victim
But I made me a survivor
And that he can't take from me

Watching

He's here again
Standing over me
Watching
It's creep to see
Just waiting
What's he going to do
Oh! No not that
Oh please not that
It hurts
Please stop the pain
I cannot bare
It hurts
Oh why won't you stop
You've had your fun
And now you run
And leave me lying there
Never a 'Sorry'
Will cross your lips
It's not in your vocabulary
Besides you don't see
What your doing is wrong
And will come back
Time and time again
Oh lord he's watching me again

By Netty