To A Girl Like You And Me

To the girl, too young, unable to comprehend, When he offered candy, his touch did descend, To the naive girl, a glass too many in her hand, "Trust me," he whispered, as he poured another, unplanned. To the girl who couldn't find her voice to speak, He visited, for a week, when no one would seek, "Be nice to your uncle," her mother would say, As he led her to a secluded park, a price she'd pay. To the girl who believed in his deceitful game, Promised a job, invited for dinner, a trap to claim, Exhilaration turned to dread, a hand on her bare thigh, Under the table, violated, she felt her soul cry. To the girl gripped by fear, threatened with exposure, She extended her wrist, seeking relief, closure, To the girl whose untold tale remains unheard, Silenced by a world that never listened, never stirred. I apologize, unable to rewrite your past, But I vow, in a better world, shadows won't last, Stories will be shared, voices amplified, Girls like you will triumph, resilient and revived.