Molestation Poems

Be the hunter, not the hunted

You may have clipped my wings,
You may have poisoned my veins.
You may have destroyed my womb,
You may have taken security away from me.
You looked me in the eyes
With your cold smile
And dared to tell me that’s
How a father loves his child.
Your sex was the bottle,
Do you remember, father?

......

Be the hunter, not the hunted

You may have clipped my wings,
You may have poisoned my veins.
You may have destroyed my womb,
You may have taken security away from me.
You looked me in the eyes
With your cold smile
And dared to tell me that’s
How a father loves his child.
Your sex was the bottle,
Do you remember, father?

......

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  Livia Lynch (1 poem about Molestation)
  August 12, 1991 - Romania