Trust

I was just eight  how could l understand.

The man l trust wasn't a man 

You told me in the strong voice that everything is ok.

But it's not ok for  man so strong and so bold to live up to the image l once was told. 

Your my step father l trust , but a voice of disgusting man full of lust. 

I laid down  as l was told, the touch of those strong hand went were they wasn't suppose to go. 

 I hold a pain so deep with in. 

I forgive u for the hurt way back when. 

I am older not u can't hurt me again.