Don't think it really mattered who, could've been anyone.
I was just a target of opportunity;
Easy prey; sucks to be me.
Nine years old; shouldn't've had breasts
And I shouldn't've believed every word that he said
Like how he'd strangle me if I said a word
And I was so scared, I never even whispered
'Cause I knew those hands' strength
They pinned me easily, held me at length
While cold fingers and cold lips did as they pleased
And then warmer parts violated me
Now I'm older; for myself I can forgive;
But this will haunt me for as long as I live:
What if someday he does it to another
'Cause I lacked the guts to tell on my brother?
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