Still a lil girl,
Undeveloped, with no curves,
Yet you still touch her,
Hide yourself behind her family,
Such a tragic, hushed cunning,
But still, you touch her.
Climbing on her, sordid,
Body against her undeveloped figure,
Shocking that you yet still touch her.
Doing unimaginable things,
To an undeveloped body that can only take so much,
Yet you continue to touch her.
Nightmare after nightmares, continuous,
Not caring for the pain of her growing,
Knowing, you still touch her.
A secret kept from family,
Yet still, she makes it through,
Such strength battled her adversity unto life.
A father figure, you claim to be,
Yet she sees not an entrusted man,
But a devil in disguise.
Continuing, knowing, pathetically,
You still touch,
Her.
In this pain, you cause,
Echoes her resilience,
This, you should know, is her strength.
