Covered by his hands

February 17, 2018

Covered By His Hands

Someone help me I’m covered by his hands

2 years old and being touch by this man

Please hear me out if you can

I know I’m a baby and it’s hard to understand

But I know that what’s happening to me

Wasn’t part of God plans…

Now I am 6 a little bit older

And a lot more bolder just got out the

Tub when this man rub me all

Over my neck and my shoulders

I was shook and scared shivering in the corner

Naked and afraid chills going

Down my back as I start to get colder...

He whispers in my ear don’t say

A word if I keep my

Mouth shut I won’t get hurt..

But the worse thing was me keeping silent

So when I told I was called a liar

And whipped with a cord

All cause mommy thought I was being defiant…

Now I’m 14 years old

And yet again stuck on this road…

One day he came in my room while I was changing

and shuts the door he looks me up and down

biting his lips craving for more…

I am now 26 years old

And it’s time for the truth to unfold

I found my voice and now

The truth should be told…

But it’s too late to take a stand

Because 12 years ago I was found and pronounced

Dead in my room now I’m stuck

In a box underneath the world while my story

Is still covered by his hands.

~Asia Porter ~

02/02/2018

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