I was only twelve years old that summer,
when my innocence was stole.
When the man in a bright blue sweater,
decided to take his toll.
I remember the smell of the daisy,
that my face was laid upon.
And the feeling of confusion,
when he put his clothes back on.
I remember the ungroomed face who smiled;
the smell of beer on his breath.
I remember when he told me "Keep it a secret."
And he'd let me live.
That summer, I refused to walk home.
I laid in the grass; only half my clothes on.
That's when a young boy stumbled upon me.
I remember his shriek.
He must of thought the worst;
when he saw the blood on me.
The police arrived soon after.
I remember the coffee machine.
The dark lit room that I entered.
As a new man touched my cheek.
I only flinched on contact,
remembering the sweater,
how he had done the same.
What happened to me.

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