The room I remember was quite big,
I was in my favourite dress and
felt much better that day. The police
spoke to me like I was brave -
kept telling me I was a little star,
Mommy kept squeezing my hand.
The glass was one way, I couldn't see them
but I knew they were filming.
Childishly, as the child I was, I sang
a song -they said I could.
Twinkle little star, was what came to mind,
I guess because they kept saying that.
I was too young to be in court
to speak against that man,
too young to stand against his lies
as he pleaded innocence.
The only 'innocence' there was - was
mine and he took that away.
I sat in the room with bright coloured
toys - feeling too old to sit and play.
I was told to sit and talk, a friendly
police lady next to me -though she
wasn't dressed like one, but said she was.
I told her how he touched me, and didn't
stop when I told him to. I told her how
he grabbed me and left my wrists bruised.
I spoke quietly of threats, the times he told
me if I said a word I'd be punished. I told
her all I told my mommy, and she almost
started crying.
Upon leaving the room I was called
brave again, tears were in mommys
eyes, all of them seemed proud of me -
though I didn't want to have gone through
that to make someone feel proud when
I finally had the courage to tell.
We left and I got bought sweets - a
big ice cream as well, my mommy
was disappointed in herself - I think
she felt bad for it happening when she
didn't know, so I held her hand and told
her it would be alright soon.
Innocent, they said - though he wasn't
to come near us again. I was young,
but understood that he wasn't going to jail.
These memories he scarred me with,
were punishment for sins I didn't commit,
how is it fair that I get the sentence and
and he lives without repentance for
leaving this small child haunted.
Twinkle little star-burn bright, won't let
him put me out, I'm stronger than he is-
without a doubt. I'll fight through
the nightmares, learn to live and feel
alive, I'll keep my heart beating
and know that I survived.






as i said I am not here much but I miss reading your poetry, If you send me links to ones you want read I can get back to yours whenever I am here and find the possible time =)



This is really beautiful and I dont think many would look at rape this way! You describe the childs emotions and its innocence perfectly! Thanks for giving a fresh perspective!


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and thank you so much for the comment as well, it is really much appreciated 
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