I walk down a dark hall and see a large man.
He smiles at me and shakes my hand.
Amazing how a stranger can be so nice.
Popping out of nowhere like tiny mice.
As he shakes my hand he jerks me near.
Struggling to get away I scream in fear.
Some people you can trust with your heart.
Not the ones that steal your innocence and part.
Lying cold on the ground.
Just waiting to be found.
Sobbing wet saline from my eyes.
Scared by the truth and frightened by the lies.
Jesus pulls on me like a curtain.
Giving me strength to refuse the hurting.
No matter how hard I try,
The pain hurts and I continue to cry.
No one knows my hate.
How could anyone commit a crime such as rape?
By me...Stacie Arnold
