3 The Unwanted Touch

He touched me!

7 years ago, he touched me.

I told you but you won't listen.

You told me to keep quiet, why will someone like him, touch someone who has nothing like me.

You asked me why I was lying

and punished me for trying to frame a family.

He touched me!

Threatened me everytime he did,

punished me everytime I tried to speak.

Maybe you have heard me earlier but you won't listen.

Told me to stop lying that he has a wife and three kids.

That night he was doing the same thing,

with the dark aiding him.

My screams couldn't be heard behind his big palms.

My struggles were too little for him,

I was too little for him.

It was that night you walked in.

That night you saw it,

"Can you see now, Mother? He touched me!"

Your devastated eyes assured me of safety,

I was fooled by your heart piercing cry.

The next day, there was a family meeting.

All were ringing, "Do not involved the police."

The conclusion was that, I was a prostitute and a witch

and he was only a victim falling for my seductive ways.

That I was trying to destroy his family.

I was forced to kneel and give him an apology.

An apology? But he was the one who touched me.

Where is my own justice?

The meeting was over, they turned to you and told you not to say anything.

Father pressured that it was for the sake of the family.

With your weeping eyes you turned to me, held me to your chest and told me,

"Not a word to the outside world, he is family."

Family? Family? But he touched me.

He still touches me.

With his breath on my skin,

his touch going places,

they disgust me.

What use will my screams be,

if everytime I try to speak, I was slowly killed?

My voice won't be heard anyway.

Isn't he family?

He will come again today.

My house is empty and so is his.

He will appear at the gate and I will let him in.

After all, he is family.

Today will be different.

The knife by my side, I will use to end both our lives.

I have planned it well, for once his weakness will stand by my side.

I will get my justice,

So sad that it will be at the expense of my life.

On my bed, I have placed a suicide letter.

Even took the pen of placing it with a flower.

Maybe when I am long gone, you will listen to the words of the dead.

Remember, I said nothing to the outside world

because he is family.

For 7 years, I have been at the receiving end of the unwanted touch.

For 7 years, I have been forced to stay silent

but today will be different.

Today, the tables will turn

and I will serve to him the unwanted Knife's touch.

Shhhh

He is here.

I need to go, I need to go now

I need to go and welcome a family

home.