I was young

Yet he didn’t care 

Maybe because I’m not his blood

I though he was my stepfather

Only to learn the truth about him

After he raped me

That I was wrong 

He is just a thug in a suit

He never cared about me

I had to keep quiet

Afraid being killed by him

I would cry alone 

With no one to tell or see my pain

Pain that even now I still feel 

When I see him roaming on the street