Am I A Rapist?
*Be today a honest jury* *As I lay to your verdict, my fate!* *It's to me an innocent darkened story* *My conscience bears guilt's weight.* *Decide and declare if I'm guilty or free!* *For being in the middle, makes me sick!* *Life is nothing without a perfect peace* *Living without paying guilt's fees* *All I've got are the black memories* *I can't say, I made a choice.* *Childhood indeed covered my thinking* *and I was out committing' unknown felonies.* *I was then only twelve* *And my cutie five years less!* *I recalled playing daddy and mummy* *as I laid my hands on her tummy!* *Going slowly downward, my fingers pressed!* *She smiled, she hugged tighter* *I shamelessly went further!* *It became a daily routine* *Until I turned thirteen!* *The memories of playing hide and seek* *Makes me dirty and sick!* *Oh that I could rewrite this crime* *committed in innocence.* *How I wish I was then sane!* *For I wouldn't have soil her innocence* *I wouldn't have forfeited my pride* *I'm afraid she bound in traumas!* *I'm scared her wounds are fresh!* *I want to know about her fairings!* *I doubt if she's whole!* *Judge me jury* *I know thou at ready!* *Though guilty in innocence* *You need reach my depth of regrets!* *Be not quick* *to render your verdict.* *Recall also thy childhood days* *If you had control of all dealings* *Then call my plead fables!*
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An interesting poem. Who am I to judge? Childhood is no excuse if you know it's wrong, neither is curiosity. 🍀👍
Thank you. A lot of things happened in childhood that we aren't proud of.