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.