I want to tell a story, a story of a young girl introduced too early to sexuality,
Or should I say sexual activity.
She can't even remember exactly when,
Just these flashbacks now and then.
Of her brothers , her keepers Introducing her to games under the covers
She learned pretty quickly how to hide naughty CDs
A sturdy student, she always knew When either one went to room alone that was her cue. She thought it was fun,
After all her elder brothers loved to play just with her,
In those moments she had their attention After all they liked touching her.
They knew she loved to play games
They turned it into one and toyed with her
Even though she didn't understand the rules,
Even though she was a poor player too
Even when she didn't want to play
They were her big brothers whom she had to obey.
Until she grew up and understood that the little game was a ruse
Out of ignorance she was abused
When the realization hit she felt used
Today she knows the difference
What's right and what's wrong
She made a promise to herself
Always to be strong,
Never let her flame die.