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I know a girl that met the boogeyman in many forms and at many times
He used to make friendly games of hide and seek moments of don’t ask and don’t tell
As she slept he came out of his closet to play under her covers and take away her innocence and making her too scared to speak
He followed her from childhood to adolescence ***ing, sucking and touching her mind body and soul until she thought it was ok to seek the comfort of men too old to have her youth
She grew up too quick to be a child as she ran wild thanks to perverted family members
Statutory rapists telling her her actions were ok as they molded her into their puppet
Lost and turned out was a child that lost her father too soon and had a battered mother that turned the other cheek as her daughter was tampered with
Where was her protection?
Where was her guidance?
She grew up to know too much of sex drugs and violence
Now as an adult she has seen and felt far too much and none of it was love
A beautiful soul asking if you think she’s pretty when she is a queen in every sense of the word
Scared to look in the mirror because she’s been told her thickness was too much
Her perfect Afrikan features over sexualized as she just wants to be left alone
She bared a child by a fool who did nothing but lock her away as he left her and their son to be abandoned while he did as he pleased in the streets
How could he?
He created an environment of darkness that she waded in like the good wife she was
Too good for him and his bull or anyone else’s
Years have gone by
too many Many things have happened to count
A woman on the edge ready to jump and then I come along...
I don’t want to be her boogeyman
I want to understand and love her the way she never was
Heal her wounds and make her feel special
Be sweet to her and take away her problems
Be a true father figure to her son and give him the father he never had
Grow with her and create life so beautiful so she forgets the sadness
She is deserving
She is true
She is my everything and I am hers...
