I feel your hand reach out to me and tug upon the sheets.
I close my eyes and calm my heart pretending I’m asleep.
This has become routine each night, this simple game you play.
You rape me in the darkness and ignore me in the day.
I should go and tell somebody, I know that this is true.
Could go and tell a teacher, just ignore the threats from you.
But I will go to no one because the damage has been done.
I am so ashamed of what you’ve done, I won’t tell anyone.
Until a day when I wake up and I have children too.
They’ll want to stay at grandma’s, but her house is your house too.
And I would not allow you to get close enough to them.
To let you tug the sheets and repeat history again.
This poem is about something that happened a long time ago.. I am learning to let it go.
[This message has been edited by Lucie (edited 09-24-1999).]