Lying warm in bed asleep
A little girl of four
Her family is around her
So there’s no need to lock her door
Outside her room her family
Happily laugh and chat
The little girl awakes when she hears her door
Slowly start to crack
She looks up to see her favorite uncle
Standing by her side
He gives a little smile and sits on her bed
His hands begin to slide
Peeling back her blankets
And unbuttoning her tiny dress
He opens up the fabric
To reveal a naked chest
She is too young to understand his hands starting to explore
He moans with sheer pleasure
His excitement quickly building
As he fondles within her tiny treasure
He plays for a while
He stays and has his fun
But what the little girl of four doesn’t know
That this has just begun
She’s to scared to say anything
She tries to hide from the shame
She wants to tell her mummy and daddy
But is scared she’ll get the blame
For she is only a child
Just a little girl of four
This man is her uncle
What was this man doing? The one she once adored
Later in life this girl
Trusted the wrong man after man
Rape, domestic violence
Broken arms were never her plan
She just wanted to be loved
Someone to understand
Her uncle had killed her
When he first touched her hand
She took shelter in something different
To suppress all the pain
Drugs were her new found saviour
When she was high she didn't feel the shame
Now she is a just a body
Laying out in the cold
To the people passing, she just another junkie
Whose story may never be told
Her uncle's life is perfect
He holds his head up high
For when she came out with the truth
He swore on his life it was a lie
He didn't have to deal
With the damage he had done
He got all the benefits
From years and years of his fun
She was only a child
Just a little girl of four
When her favorite Uncle
Came walking through her door
Author notes
Written February 8th, 2006
A contest entry
- Pain, anger, abuse. by RoseShadowedLove.
1000 points, ended February 12, 2006, 20 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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wonderful write
I don't know if I've already commented in this but if I havn't
Oh my god, is my heart bleeding right now
Tears are flowing down my face from the intensity of this write
It's so amazing, the pain, the emotions, the reality, the imaginery
Brillant work Mara
Keep it up always
Stay safe
Much Love 
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You've got me speachless again...well not quite. I myself was both molested and raped by the time i was 14 i was into drugs sleeping with random men etc. But i came out with the truth and no believed me about the rape. he only got charged for having sex with a minor. I dont think people realize that some of the girls they call sluts or whores are doing this to hide the pain. No i wasnt 4 i was acutally 13, but still those two mean i dont really know changed my life. I still think about it 6 years later i still get scared because some one looks like him. but im strong. Anyway back to the poem loved it!!! Good luck with the contest!!!!!
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Someone sent me the link to this and asked me to read... so here I am... I don't know whether this is a 'true poem' or not... don't know if it really happened...
But I DO know that it doesn't have to end here... I actually think that poem could have been written about me... except it was my dad and not my uncle... I went through every thing written in this poem... it's almost haunting...
IF I had not dealt with the abuse I would click away from this poem weeping... but I know there is life after this type abuse... wonderful life. A child could NEVER control the things that happened... they aren't to blame. BUT as an adult we have a choice as to allow our childhood happenings to control us... or we can lay them down, deal with them, heal and live... that part IS our power...
Sorry, didn't mean to ramble... if this is written in truth... I pray you have healed... it's an awesome poem, very descriptive.. I have one almost just like it...
God bless you... ~Melissa -
oh my god this is heartbreaking. those situations are so horrible. you did a good job of writing it from the girls point of view but more like she was looking back. i find it most disturbing the uncle never had to pay. hopefully karma will catch up to him. great write.
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This is a superb poem.
It really hit's hard, especially the description of the child being so tiny. It put's across a really disturbing feeling.
The fact the uncle goes on to lead a fine life with no shame and the the girl turns to drugs also unfolds like a clever story....it made me go..'of course, now no one beleives the girl cos she takes drugs'..like he created his own escape through the abuse.
A full circle of destruction.
If this is a personal story it was very very couragious of you to write this and very strong to take something so destroying and turn it into something so positive.
It takes a lot of gut's to do this and in the end you are the winner as you have pulled through with your strength.
The uncle will always have his disgusting secret to bear, whether now or when faced with God.
Well done to you for your strength and such a wonderful piece of writing.
Best of luck with all your future write's.
Zoe x -
this is amazing!!! it hits me really close to home because my now 6 year old step-daughter was abused by my ex (her father) when she was three. this story is too true, and thank you for making it so painfully clear what these children go through. absolutely awesome.
Edited on Feb 12 because 'spelling error...oops!!'. -
Very beautifully written and its terrible how very true this can be to some people. Its so tragic how things like that go on without a person having to face the punishment deserved for their actions. No matter what the situation the victim always pays the ultimate price.
A very lovely and touching poem.
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wow gotta lot of comments on this one eh? but u have talent Mara! i mean jesus. im glad this wasnt under personal, cause no one should ever go through this little lone more than once, and espically at the age as young as four. well done.
Autumn
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this story is horrible. It's even worse when you think it's true. *crying* I hate those men. I wished they could dye the instant they try touching a child. I HATE THEM. They take women as instruments.
Anyway, well done this poem is fantastic. I love it.
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sad but really good
*crying* This is so sad. Almost made me cry. Nice job -
This poem could very easily bring me close to tears. It's a very sad subject to write about. The abuse of such a young child. It's so disturbing and it does happen. I don't know how people like her uncle could live with themselves, I really don't. I mean, I know people have awful upbringings, bad influences, drugs and mental problems but even still the concept just frightens me tremendously. I don't know why anyone would do that to such an innocent child, or anyone, in that matter. You've touched on a sensetive subject to alot of people and it's a shame that it happens.
The wording you used in the poem was very sufficient. It gave a clear picture on what was happening without giving to much graphic deal for those who can't stand it, which is often a smart move (although in a dark, sad abuse contest I suppose you don't have to worry about that to much!). Your writing style is very good. Keep up the good work and make sure nothing wrong happens to our children!
x Stef x -
This is great, so sad though. My friend was in a very... similar situation as a child and its a myrical that she is still doing alright 'at life' Anyways, incredibly sad poem and amazing write. makes my heart go out to the little girl.
-Liz
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OUTSTANDING!
This is my most favorite literary work of yours. I treasure it a lot. You did a really good job when you wrote this, the flow is a little off, but it gets the meaning across in a heart gripping moment. I hope that I will see more of your literary works soon. Have a wonderful day! -
Jesus mara darlin this really ripped at my heart. As I think I know you farewell and for some fucker to do that to such a beautiful young lady really hurts. It has got me how you can turn these bad memorys into something as perfect as this write. You know were I am if you ever need to talk ok. Luv James
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Very moving, sad and tragic. And very well written. I've heard many addicts speak about how they came to be that way. My final conclusion follows:
Baggage Claim
“I’m a little drunk,” she sighed.
“Been drinkin’ since my husband died;
for seventeen long months I’ve cried.
So I’m sorry that I lied!”
“Mom’s a souse,” the daughter said,
“but I’m glad my daddy’s dead!
He would crawl into my bed.
I think I’ll always be misled.”
“Sis is nothin’ but a whore!
Screws every guy comes through that door.
Daddy beat me since I was four,”
to the jury he did implore.
The deceased was raped by Uncle Joe –
spent his youth as a gigolo;
then rage was all he’d ever know –
ever-spreading his tale of woe.
So many labels for our shame –
Hyphenate ‘victim’ to our name –
“Not responsible! Not to blame!”
We line up at the baggage claim.
Gazzelle
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