M's Poetry
Secret Crime
Am I gonna be alive when this abuse stops?
you doll me up with some makeup
hold a gun to my head and tell me to smoke this pot
all these secrets you expect me to hold them well
I am a child sex slave...but I can never tell
You can polish me perfectly and I will try and gleam
but not even a cherub is this clean
Am I all that you'd hoped that I would be, hanging on
obediently.....
to the words that I'm finding so hard to believe?
Why don't you just stop me if I'm sounding resentful?
Why don't you just release me from this torture?
you know and I know you are doing me no favors
I miss my family, I miss my old bed
I wish I could rewrite my history
I never would have taken this offer
I thought it was entirely something else
but I was naive and took the bait
I am the fish slowly dying on your hook....
2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
you doll me up with some makeup
hold a gun to my head and tell me to smoke this pot
all these secrets you expect me to hold them well
I am a child sex slave...but I can never tell
You can polish me perfectly and I will try and gleam
but not even a cherub is this clean
Am I all that you'd hoped that I would be, hanging on
obediently.....
to the words that I'm finding so hard to believe?
Why don't you just stop me if I'm sounding resentful?
Why don't you just release me from this torture?
you know and I know you are doing me no favors
I miss my family, I miss my old bed
I wish I could rewrite my history
I never would have taken this offer
I thought it was entirely something else
but I was naive and took the bait
I am the fish slowly dying on your hook....
2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop