A little girl Pretty enough Atleast that's what Everyone thought- Especially the janitor That mopped the floors of the preschool. The same one That had the record They never looked for. He thought she was pretty enough To engage her in Adult activities Eventhough she wore Underwear with Care Bears. He stroked and touched her Because It was still seven years Before puberty- She didn't tell She didn't yell- She didn't understand What it meant To get touched like that. She just knew how it made her feel... Sad inside About what she did This little girl didn't understand This shouldn't be on her head. Twenty years later This little girl Refuses to be pretty And avoids touches From anybody Although She doesn't know why Because she's forgotten about The janitor And his hand between her thighs- She just knows That she cries When she feels dirty inside.Birth sign: Gemini
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