by Cassondra Tompkins
Before her mom died at age 14, Her mom was alive and well at age 8.
Their relationship as you know, was great.
But like all single mothers, she had to work in order to provide.
That was something that couldn’t be denied.
Her daughter was in need of a babysitter, so she asked a friend.
A friend by the name of Rhonda
From there on, while her mother worked
The 8 year old girl would be watched by Rhonda at her house
Or Miss Rhonda as she called her.
The little girl loved Miss Rhonda
She was like a mom to the little girl
She would often take the little girl to different places
Such as in town carnival
Which any kid would love.
But that’s beside the point.
Like her mother, Miss Rhonda had a child.
A boy by the of Darryl who was in his teen years.
Often to he would keep to himself, he and the little girl would talk occasionally
Do homework together, playing outside etc.
Slowly becoming friends
Again, beside the point.
Darryl had a best friend.
A boy by the name of Alex, who came over often.
A little bit older than Darryl, but still in his teen years.
Upon meeting Alex, the little girl was shy at first.
Alex sensed her shyness
Reassured her with kindness
And the bubbly little girl felt at ease
Becoming instant friends was a breeze
Playing video games was their favorite pass time
A game involving martial arts, an unusual thing for a little girl to play a part.
But the little girl loved every feature of the game, the kicks and punches galore
But soon her life will never be the same
After a few battles, the little girl earned a high score
"I won!" she exclaimed. Throwing her hands in the air without any shame.
Alex, seeing her a bliss, rewarded her with a small kiss
A kiss from which the little girl thought was the norm
For she has shown affection to her family like this before
But this kiss was different, a more romantic kind.
As time went on, each time she scored
The kisses would become deeper than ever before
His tongue down her throat, almost choking her
Do see where this is going dear reader/listener?
One day he took a step too far
The little girl in the bathroom, washing her hands to be clean
Alex arrives unseen
He closes the door, backing her into a corner
"Shhh... don't tell" he whispers gently.
With lust in his eyes, he kisses her once more
deeper and deeper
The sound of her zipper being undone to her pants
echos in her ears
Suddenly filled with fear
His hand slowly going down, below her waistline
Reaching her private area, he caresses, rubs, and jams
A sound of pleasure escapes his lips
Almost as if he at the point of masturbation
A powerful moan emerges, he has reached destination of pleasure.
Pleasure in which the little girl did not have, but instead fear and anxiety.
Thus, prompting a constant abuse at Miss Rhonda house.
Now little girl has grown up, a young woman at age 20.
Her life scarred, doing her best to move on.
But you don't know this dear reader/listener
At age 18, she saw him again
Reliving that moment in time in her mind
all over again, Fighting the urge to confront him for his sick crime.
But deciding not to, knowing that he will deny.
To this day her family and friends don't know
Worst of all, her mother went to be with Jesus
and she will never know
No child should ever have to go through any kind of abuse
To those who have gone through it, Don't live your life in fear
Share your experience with some you love dear
To loved one who is listening, have an open heart
Don't exclaim angrily "Why didn't you tell me?!"
For that will only make your loved one feel worse
But say these words "I'm so sorry. It's all right. I'm here."
Provide comfort and reassurance, give them a hug, tell them you love them.
To all victims of sexual abuse, I feel your pain
Because as that little girl, my life has never been the same.
I want you to know, you are not alone.
don't let this dictate your life, you are victorious.
But most of all, I know this sounds crazy
But it's something I had to do, not living my life in fear and bitterness.
Forgive the one who violated you, who stole your innocence.
For we must forgive 70x7
As my aunt always says "Forgiveness is for us, not the other person.