Walking home alone one night,
I must have been an innocent sight,
For in a second, more or less,
He decided to render me helpless,
My rapist, my nightmare,
The one who took me right there,
The man who laughed in my face,
Who, when told to stop, sped up the pace,
He’d shredded my best clothes with a knife,
And left me with a hate for life,
Closed the gap between girl and women,
And made separate worlds of now and then,
This man, he committed such a painful crime,
Taking away a choice that should be mine,
That night, etched in my memory like stone,
Gave me such a phobia of being alone,
Right now it feels like I could never go out again,
And I swear the devil was smirking behind the face of that man,
But truly, the deprived victim of this tragedy,
Will be the child of my teenage pregnancy,
His life will be an endless lie,
When I tell him of heroics in which his father 'died',
He’ll be proud, missing the person he never had,
And he’ll suffer, growing up without a dad.