I never wanted to remember
The things that lurk at the back of my mind.
It wasn’t my choice
To experience her touch.
I was only eleven,
maybe twelve at best,
And she chose me
To experiment and play with.
I had no desire to touch,
Or even be touched,
But I was scared, weak
And I didn’t know how to say no.
So it happened,
And happened and happened over again.
Soon others were brought in,
To look and stare and touch.
I never wanted to remember,
The things that lurk at the back of my mind.
It wasn’t my choice
To experience being broken.
All I wanted was to love easily…
Concrete Angel – Martina McBride
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