When it all happened

I was young and pure

Today, I need a cure

Walking in the bushes

Alone coming from school

He popped like a lion

And dragged me to the scene

Where it all happened

I could not scream

My lungs didn’t allow

There at that scene

Where my purity was stolen

And my soul broken

He forced me down

With one hand he gripped

And mercilessly pinned down

Both my now tame hands

It was quite scary

With his other, scarred

He unbuttoned his jeans

And took out a blunt

Curvy and hungry knife

To stab my purity away

The wound’ll never heal

The experience still haunts

Men fear is my enemy

I cringe at the prospect

Of a normal blunt knife

Which could sharply

And kindly be blissful