Poem -

Stolen

He took me.
Before I even knew what took meant.
He stole my innocence,
And he plundered my flesh.

Yes I knew that I so pure, yet unsure 
A shining lamb, that he slaughtered for glory.

The me of promise .
Of faith
So young, alone and untamed.

The me awake, then died.
Persecuted and disgraced.
For when he looked at my 
Brown cocoa skin
Heard the sweet soft tone of my voice.
His skin ignited flames 
And his groin took power 
My life he devoured.

But out of flames came a being.
Now overcoming slowly remodelling
That what once was stole.