What would you do?

01/11/2020
What would you do?

What would you do?
If your mum and dad were downstairs,
You were upstairs,
Only 6 years old,
With a sexual predator of 16,
Hidden from sight from the ceiling and floorboards.
Satisfying their disgusting needs.
No safety net or barrier.
Just a towel on the floor beneath.
Would you remember the colour,
Or even the picture or pattern.
Would you ask why me.
What did I ever,
To them,
Wrongfully do?
Or like me,
Would you lose your voice and memory for 21 years,
All because you’d blotted out any badness,
From any of my minds points of views.
How would your already scrambled brain,
Process this old but new news?

It’s horrific and nightmarish.
It swamps your mind.
The kind of memory,
You’d wish you’d left behind.
So many questions needing answers too.
Yet to get the answers,
The predator,
I’d have to find.
I have done once already.
Then didn’t know what to say!
My mind was in that much of a bind.
I was hinting at her for a verbal confession,
Instead she had acted,
As if,
To the sexual abuse,
She’s blind!
What made me even sicker,
Was her trying to be nice.
“oh I remember you”.
Trying to be kind.
What was I thinking? 
What would you say or do.
How would it make you feel inside?

What would you do?
Would you do as I.
Take your case to the police.
Not to be a snitch,
But for what could be others,
Standing silently by.
I couldn’t keep the matter from going public.
God only knows.
So don’t ask me why.
I just wish these awful memories could fester,
Curl up and die!
I hate what she done to me,
As a six year old child!