To to exist unperceived or unsuspected…

This poem is in tribute to the little girl, in me, who at 9 years old, unsuspectedly became the victim to the abuse of her best friends Grandfather.

In the early morning hours, just prior to dawn.

you silently stepped into the bedroom

and viewed your next victim.

Anticipation and excitement grew,

as you anxiously awaited to reach your peak of satisfaction.

You placed your large, rough hand,

upon her flat, pre-adolescent chest,

Rubbing constantly,

using the other hand to creep beneath the covers,

attempting to reach her innocence.

She flinched with fear as she arose and

saw you standing over her.

She yelled, STOP!!

No MORE!!!!

You glared at her disgustingly,

with evil lurking eyes.

You swiftly walked back to your room,

anticipating your next move.

She was the lamb to the slaughter,

The doe to the hunter.

The ultimate sacrfice to the appetite of,

this dirty old man.

Denise Boyd Copyright ©

As we are nearing the end of Sexual Assault Awareness Month, lets continue to move forward and continue to bring Awareness to Childhood Sexual Abuse. It is time to NO Longer Remain Silent.

The following video is from RAINN, Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network.

R&B Star Rahsaan Patterson partnered with RAINN and Releases A New Song “Don’t Touch Me” to Help Fellow Survivors.


8 thoughts on “To to exist unperceived or unsuspected…

    • bnewvision says:

      Thank you so much Nikky! I have a huge event tonight for work, but tomorrow I will look at it and respond!! 🙂

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