There he was in the first chapter of his life,


Innocent and delicate, calm and quiet.

A delightful kid with an infectious smile,

He was joy, an angel, an enchanting light.

One fine day, when his parents were away,

He was shrouded in fear and dismay.

Hands of a trusted adult so close,

Took advantage of him being left alone.

Hands of a trusted adult so close,

Treated him as if he’s a thing he owns.

He was hurt with a heart utterly broken,

Wanted to fight but he lay there frozen.

The inflicted hurt struck deep deep scars,

They still reside after coming so far.

"A man never gets weak", they all say,

"Men can’t be victims, men just slay."

It seems that being a man is a Bane;

He still gets flashbacks, still feels that pain.

Today he comes out, he has a point to make,

Please listen to him, for our little kids’ sake.

Tell your kids that they always have you,

To complain about anything however blue.

Tell them it is their body and their right;

And they are not alone, we all will fight.