- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Here's To You
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Here’s to you -
Past, present and future -
Always remember,
That I am her voice.
The voice that couldn’t speak,
When at seven you stole her innocence,
When you taught her little girls
Were just toys for grown men.
When you taught her little girls
Were to be seen, not heard.
The voice that couldn’t speak,
When at fourteen you stole her joy,
When you taught her little girls
Were meant to be played with.
When you taught her little girls
Were best picked before they blossomed.
The voice that couldn’t speak,
When at sixteen you stole her trust,
When you taught her that
Even those you love will hurt you.
When you taught her that
Even old men were a threat.
The voice that couldn’t speak,
When at eighteen you stole her safety,
When you taught her that
Marriage and kids are a ruse.
When you taught her that letting go
Only opens the door for pain.
The voice that couldn’t speak,
When at eighteen you stole her faith,
When you raped her after Bible study,
As she stared at a crucifix.
When you taught her that
Not even Jesus can save her.
The voice that couldn’t speak,
When at nineteen you stole her self-worth,
When you taught her that
Nothing in this life is free.
When you taught her that
The price for everything is her body.
The voice that couldn’t speak,
When at twenty-one you stole her will,
When you taught her that
No man has honor.
When you taught her that
Even military men are predators.
Here’s to you -
Past, present and future -
Always remember,
That I am her voice.
That voice that couldn’t speak.
That screamed through all the pain.
That watched you snuff out that light,
And leave her in darkness.
The voice that begged for death,
The voice that fought for life.
That voice that finally could speak.
That reminded her she would no longer
Be just another victim.
That reminded her she would no longer
Have to fight the darkness alone.
That voice that would no longer be silenced.
Here’s to you -
Past, present and future -
Always remember,
That I am her voice.
The voice that is finally set free,
I remember you all.
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