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