Please Uncle No Walking in my nighty; rubbing my eyes My uncle sitting on the sofa with his friend He pats the seat in the middle; i sit Shivering so cold; a quilt he lends "Chanell you love me dont you" a smile; his Their breathe spirts weep "Uncle you know i do; what is it?" He smiles at his friend; his hand creeps His friend takes my hand; looks me in the eyes Uncle's creeping up my nightie; cold hands I try to pull his hand away; grip is strong! They look at one another; nod; something planned I feel my palms sweat; Uncles under my knickers "Uncle im going to bed! Night" Pulling again But there grip is to strong for weak me I look at both; and ask, who are these men? His fingers going up me; pulling away His friend leans forward; a kiss? Why? His toungue moving mine; my eyes squint Lean back and away; "Why are you doing this?" No answer, i feel the pain inside me; him Chucks the quilt on the floor; me to I try and scamper away, but im not fast "O Uncle please, i love you" His friend; pulling at my nightie And my Uncle pulling my pants down His friend pinning my hands to the floor As my Uncle lies himself on the ground I squirm; as Uncle's friend pulls me up And places me ontop of Uncle; thrusts within I cry; i bite; i scratch; i slap; i fail "O Uncle please you win you win!" I can feel my skin rip; my virginity breaking free I can feel the blood seep down my leg "Uncle your hurting me please" I plead to him and his friend; not even a beg Uncle's laughing; why does he laugh? His friend shoves himself in my mouth and moans Tieing my hands togather; moving in and out "Ride me Chanell" He laughs and groans They smile at one another; laugh to They roll me over and spread me wide well My Uncle sits on my face; himself in again While his friend talks and pushes himself inside I can hardly breathe; i gag for air I cough and splutter; cry and weep I beg and plead; but its no use Theyve already made me hurt and bleed I stare into his eyes; that look upon me This is not my Uncle; where is he? If he was still here; would he care Would he actually even; see? Finally they get off and lie me on the sofa My cheeks blouchy from tears and pain They play with them selfs; all over me Rub it in; making me feel the shame "Why Uncle? Please tell me why?" Uncle looks at his friend; and waves him away "Chanell i love you" he smiles and kisses my cheek "Is that all you have in your heart to say?" He puts my nightie on me he walks me to my bedroom door Ever since that night; His friend And himself every Friday come back for more "Night sweet Girl; You are my life" Closing the door, tears still down my face Still the smell of him and his friend Fade into me like disgrace I watch the Moon go down; the sun come up "Chanell its school" Knocking at my door I cant help but cry; weep in pain Because im so scared he wanted more But one night uncle took it too far Uncle and his friend came back for one last shot They were worried they would get caught So he and his friend took me to a cemetary lot I was blindfolded and my hands were tied back "Uncle please!! Not tonight!" Uncle and his friend both had their last fun After that i tried to put up a fight I begged uncle "Please no more!" All he could say "Shut up you stupid whore!" Uncle unblindfolded me at last He said I love you so much He went back into the car and pulled out a bat "Uncle I swear I wont say a thing!!!!" I was dead In my heart after one swing.......... 'Like The Wind' A pretty smile to hide the pain, even though nothing will be fine again. Another day to fake a smile, to remember life isn't worth my while. Cowering in a corner conforming to my fears, behind these eyes I've locked away tears. Sticks and stones may break my skin, but harsh words slice the soul within. The blade that masks the hurt inside, black clothes in which my feelings hide. Crimson tears that fall like rain, making me think I'll never be sane. The hurt I've felt for so long, lying on the floor not wanting to be wrong. The darkness flows continually through me, tears cloud vision; my ability to see. The repetitiveness of life is starting to bore, and never have I wanted anything more. My life is very different from then, and as the wind blows, I remember back when. 'Sad Girl' When you look deeply in my eyes what do you hope to see? Do you think I'll ever show you the real person I call me? They say the eyes are windows into a persons soul, To have a look inside of there, is that your only goal? I don't want to let you in there, I'm afraid of what you'll find, A twisted, frightened little girl that lives inside my mind. She's always in there waiting for someone to let her out, Sometimes she gets so lonely you can almost hear her shout. She'll share with you her secrets,wishes, hopes and dreams, If you listen very closely you can almost hear her screams. It will take a special person to look deep and set her free, The sad and lonely little girl that happens to be me.