Abuse

I told mommy and daddy, that

he hurt me, he touched me sexually --whatever that means.

mommy and daddy, told me "he's a good boy. stop making up such nonsense." 

i ran to my room and sat at the foot of my bed, bowed my head, 

and prayed to our father, asking him for this chance of 

freedom, "tell mommy and daddy, i'm not a liar."

i felt this need to be free, why does a child like me or any

other child suffer this abuse, accuse, and doubt? 

let the soul of myself be set free.!