Time went on, things remained the same
Until Mr. Graham started to play his game
His game seemed strange and he told me not to tell
He relayed this message to the other girls as well
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A most heart rending account depicting the trauma of unwanted, undeserved childhood events as interpreted through the media of verse. A super job, indeed, Katherine! Your use of “first person” certainly gave the work a special edge that drew me in, but offered a frightening aspect as I became concerned your effort was in fact a testimony of events that were beyond your control. If correct, you have my deepest respect for the strength and perseverance you now possess. If incorrect, you have my respect for a talent you must continue to pursue. Either way, carry on, Katherine! You have a lot to offer the world. Take care and best wishes!
I was frightened while reading this poem! If I was a girl and felt that- I would be scared for eternity. What little girls/kids go through sex-abuse is something that needs to be talked about.
Amazing and sad poem! I can't say what it would feel like but reading it over twice I felt like I was actually there, just a spectator in the air. Poor little girl.