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I am a child


I am just a child I say to myself as I put on my uniform and my mother greets me with a smile
I am just a child but my body makes people question why?
Why I as a child have a six months belly before me ?
I sit in class and try to learn
My baby kicks me as a reminder of the nightmare I now call life
The nightmares take me from my class to the night my light turned to darkness

I left school about 5pm after netball practice
See I was the best player on my team
It was late so hurried to catch a bus
As I walked the street to my home
I realized I wasn't walking alone
The footsteps drew closer and I became nervous
Two heavy hands held me back and my uniform was lifted from my back
His eyes were dark and empty
He buried my body with his and took every ounce of my purity

I am a child I shouted and he only laughed
I am a child I repeated and he only continued to thrust
The blood poured from my young vessel and I knew my gift was lost forever
He stood up and said thank you as if he was happy with himself
He told me to tell no one or killing me would be a must
I crawled home and kept my pain to myself

As the months rolled by the name calling increased
Whore and slut were thrown around as I knelt my head so low with shame
I am a child but I wasn't been treated as such
I am a child and my abuser's child grows within me

I am a child with a child

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