Abuse Poem

His Hand

© Babbette Slaughter
She felt the warmth
Of his gentle hand
press deep between her thighs
Trust betrayed
Innocence lost
love was his disguise

He held her close,
His voice so soft
His tempting, careful praise,
Promises, promptings, guidance
So He could have his ways.

Ignoring her naivity
blind to her trusting eyes
devouring her virginity
with his selfish threats and lies.

the deed now done
momentarily he is satisfied
until his appetite
hungers again
for what her little body can supply.

Filled with confusion
torment and undeserved shame
Her child hood stolen
by a treacherous
soul-sucking game
Surviving unworthiness worthily
forever her life is changed.

His secret is well-hidden
behind his kind and honest face
And his charitable, Christian heart
No one suspects
the child molesting part.

Invisible bars imprison
her soul to agonizing
denial and pain
his unforgivable sin
kept alive again and again
revived by her memory
so it never ends
Forever she participates
And
Always he will win.


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Published: Nov 2008

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  • I was molested before and I hate him and everything he's done to me! this poem made me understand that other people go through it too. but always remember karma catches up with people I'm only 12 but I know that it does!

    Unknown,Prince Albert Submitted Mar 2011
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  • When I was 5 Years old my brother molested me for the first time. Now I'm 15 and it only stopped recently.... He did it whenever he got his chance even inside a vehicle... But no one ever noticed...HOW COULD THEY NOT NOTICE!!!???

    Colleen, Indiana Submitted Mar 2011
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  • This poem is so true about everything, what it makes you feel, I know for me it makes me think back to that day, I blame myself for it, and sometimes I say to myself: I could have done this, said that, what could I have done...but the truth is that until you've been through it, it's hard to say those things because all you feel is scared that nobody will believe you...

    Unknown Submitted Mar 2011
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  • This story makes me cry because I was molested by my cousin when I was 8 years old. I looked up to him up until that point. It hurt me so much but I never had the courage to tell anyone. I told my mom about it only a few years ago. I'm 28 now and I can still remember it like it was yesterday.

    Erica,Texas Submitted Mar 2011
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  • I was molested just a few months ago. No one knows because no one will believe me... But now I understand that I'm not alone... it's sadly happened to others..I'm only 13 and now I understand... there are some pretty horrifying things in this world. Lord help us all

    Nicole, Canada Submitted Mar 2011
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  • I can relate I was molested by my uncle. No one beloved me though. I am alone to this day. Some advice stay strong and know who your friends are.

    Alice, Il Submitted May 2011
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