Back When I was Young by Melina Raven Maness DieboldI had lots of dolls and toys
scattered on the floor
all over the maroon carpet
of my bedroom
I remember running from boys
and marking my height behind my door
It seemed nothing could stop it
etched so deeply near that broom
And on Sunday mornings when
I wore that frilly dress
with the jingly bell and lace
I felt just like a queen
So young and not knowing sin
I was naive, I confess
I didn't understand his hand on my face
nor the evil that soon was seen
His kisses, they tasted like salt
so acrid, gross, so sour
I was repulsed by his kiss
so forceful and rough it stung
Although I know better, I feel it's my fault
when I think back to that Hell's House
Why couldn't I have stopped this...
Back when I was young.
I 10/23/2002 Posted on 10/23/2002 Copyright © 2025 Melina Raven Maness Diebold
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Christina Bruno on 10/23/02 at 09:02 PM Very good, I enjoy all your poetry |
Posted by Jean Mollett on 05/26/03 at 08:42 PM Hi Melina,
I just read your poem. It's good, emotional, sad.
It's not your fault. A young child wouldn't know better, unless things were explained to them. Tell your parents or a friend you can trust. If in school, tell a teacher, or a counselor in the school office. Peace & Joy, Jean. |
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