To the little boy in a grown man's body:

 

no

stop

i don't want you there

your hands in my hair

they're cold and unwelcome

my soul has a tear

caress my cheek with ice on your thumb

breaks my heart

makes me go numb

no 

stop

these words gone unsaid

they're forc'd back into me

your tongue in my head

his hand on my throat

i'm starting to choke

my veins fill with lead

i wish i were dead

no

stop

i wasn't yours to take--

oh but now how my insides do ache

my words went unsiad

power was full in your head

no 

stop

but when i muster the courage

to mention that curs'd bed

NOW you remember my words gone unsaid

to use them against me

make me small like a pin-head

no

stop

and so it will be

for every person called "she" 

victim status--a question

chalk it up to your pent up aggression

 

Love, 

your victimless crime