Skin Deep

Skin deep

The scars were only skin deep
But what of the tarnish on my soul?

How could I check for monsters under my bed
When the real monsters lurked on the streets straight ahead?

Slut, attention seeker, whore
But I didn't ask for any of this, drunk behind a dumpster
Stripped against my will, behind another closed door

No one is above the law
Yeah right,
His slap on the wrist was my last straw

How was I to protect myself?
When at 6 years old, I couldn't even reach the top shelf

The uncle who had bought me ice cream every Sunday for 12 years,
Decided it was alright to violate my body while all my cousins played downstairs..

Was it what I wore?
My little floral dress with purple and pink lilies
Now stained with blood and gore?

But wait!
The only choice that was mine to make
Was taken away from me, because the life of the unborn within my womb, apparently, wasn't mine to take!

So what was my right then?
To sit by the sidelines and watch, while this happened again?