Sacred Heart

There was once a teenager,

He said to a eight-year-old

'there are things i'll show you,

Things you will enjoy'

'i promise'

It was those guilty eyes,

The vicious mind, cruelty,

O, wretches! Contrast

The diary of wimpy kid reader's,

An innocent shiny six-year old's

Unaware it was nothing to relish,

Promises are hollow, pathetic, flagrant

It was a heinous crime to commit,

The sexual abuse, the knowledge

You never explain and want to give,

What harm can be done to a kid, right?

The heart mourns these thoughts,

Ever crossed the readers mind?

The vulgarity is, it's not stopped,

It's always before caught or

Done with one,

It vibrates every shred of the human soul,

Can one be safe with in their dwellings?

Can one be let alone and not torn?

The purity the child holds, can it not be wrenched?

Who will muster up the courage, the audacity to speak up ?

The society shuns the brave, they pity the warriors, celebrating the brute!

Hypocrisy.

Can there be a finer definition?

Protest can be executed,

Only when there is,

Acknowledgment of a crime.

Years went by,

The villain married, never caught,

The six-year-old grew into a teenager,

Couldn't bear a word to a soul,

Hidden and enclosed,

Trusting none, walking past every other eye,

'Not Safe' they're all tagged,

They'll leave, She'll stay,

Concealed in her stinging pain,

The heavy heart penned the thoughts,

The story,

The real question is

How should the teenage end this story

The climax?

What would she do?