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Back When I was Young

by Melina Raven Maness Diebold

I 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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