A violation of my body, heaven only knows how many times it’d already, happened, while I was asleep, when you’d come, kiss me goodnight, and run your hands up and down my back, the way parents would, soothe a young child!

A violation of my body, that, was what you’d done, and, when I’d, confronted you about what had happened to me as a child, you’d, DENIED its (the events???) existence, and called me a LIAR, and told me to STOP spreading those nasty rumors about you.

A violation of my body, I now remember, VERY clearly, what had happened, but I still have NO idea of the exact age I was when it’d started happening, I only know, that it’d lasted, until I was, OUT of your reach…

Then, the memories that were formerly, blocked out by my mind, for SURVIVAL’s sake, all came flooding back up in my late twenties.

Nobody is ever going to, VIOLATE my body again, because, it’s my body, and I can and have ALL the rights to say “NO”, and, if anybody touches me, in ANYWAY that makes me uncomfortable again, I will have every RIGHT to SUE for R-A-P-E! I will NEVER let that slide, nor will I ever be, as forgiving, as I was, still, way too young, to tell them “NO!”