Sonnet I: Abused Little Child

I will tell you now of a life of pain An abused little child, thrown away. I’d Explain all the hate, and laughter insane, But you’d never believe a world would try, To threaten my soul and straighten my curls To make me love men, to make me so cold While loving myself, one scared little girl, While feeling so frail and feeling so old, While feeling so wrong, while being a child, While feeling insane, and not knowing why While shaking from fear, while screaming wild While wishing for death as he passes by. And as a woman now, I feel like prey, An abused little child and thrown away.