Each year around this time

I can stand on a stage

sharing with my audience a little girl’s rage

For so long nobody knew what you took

That I would one day share in a book.

It was a January day in 1992

I remember you pulling off each shoe

My mind can take me back to that place

I can still see the evil in your face.

Threatening to tie me to a bed

I stopped screaming and listened to what you said.

The screams nobody heard

Where you told me not to say a word.

I was just shy of being seven-years-old

Fifteen years later I finally told.

Each year around this time

I’m reminded of your evil crime.

My eyes fill with tears

When I think back to those years.

Where I made a pinky promise not to tell

The day you showed me the closest I will ever get to Hell.