You know my name
*TRIGGER WARNING* Mentions of child grooming
You know my name
Yet you never call me
I’m your youngest child
But you never see me
You are my own father
I’m your object, your desire
I know no different
As you sit there playing with fire
I’m a child of immaturity
Who should be playing with dolls
Or making dens with my friends
But instead I hide within these walls
You teach me how adults live
How I should respect and do
I’m just a child growing
I don’t understand what I should do
I can’t even tie my own laces
Or wash my own hair
You tell me not to worry
But really you don’t care
As I grew bigger
I learned my place
You groomed me well
As you touched my sweet face
I’m an adult now
With the courage to leave
Years passed me by
Carrying self-blame, I often believe
I know my name
Not afraid to use it
I was your youngest child
That I’m ashamed to admit
Three stages of life and the only two childhood photos that I have!!
I wrote this poem to highlight grooming, as it does happen but It's only now that I realise this was my life and I find ways to come to terms with the extent of my abuse.
