The Little Girl In Yellow

by Marissa
(Illinois)

When I was five years old
The world around me quickly changed.
I no longer wanted to play with my friends
Because they did not understand my pain.

I was a little girl playing outside,
Wearing my yellow swimsuit.
When I went inside to change,
He said that I looked cute.

He was a friend of my dad,
And he was never mean.
So when he grabbed my shoulder,
I didn’t think to scream.

He said he wanted to help me,
So I could quickly dress.
But as he was helping me,
His hand moved down to my chest.

I thought that his hand had slipped,
But he held my shirt up high.
When I tried to grab my clothes,
He placed his hand on my thigh.

I begged him to leave me alone,
And he laughed because I cried.
He told me to be quiet,
Then placed his fingers inside.

It was over after a few short minutes,
But the terror did not end.
Every other weekend,
He or his friends would do it again.

This lasted for two years,
And I never said a thing.
I still have the memories and feel the pain,
But I have a long time to go ‘cause I’m only eighteen.

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May 23, 2010
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A hope for your happiness
by: Anonymous

You write beautifully... as I was reading it I could feel my heart breaking for the little girl. Our stories are very similar... I hope you are in a much better place now.

Shirley

May 02, 2010
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by: Anonymous

this poem is really touching and i can relate a lot to it..so sad though

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