Girls don’t tell, boys don’t cry

Published: May 22, 2016
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His hands were hard,

His voice was soft,

His eyes were red,

His teeth had rot,

I tried to run,

But he wouldn’t let me go,

I tried again,

But he just said no.

 

Then he smiled the most ugly smile,

Don’t you know, you silly child?

Girls don’t tell,

And boys don’t cry.

 

Another push, another blow,

He had me trapped,

I could not go,

One fine day, I’ll let you leave,

Until that day you shall grieve,

But what will you tell them, when you’re free?

 

He watched me as he made me lie,

Girls don’t tell,

And boys don’t cry.

 

He’s not here now,

But he has me still,

I dream his face,

His ghastly grin,

How his teeth had rot,

How his voice was soft,

But his hands were not,

It’ll take some time.

 

But I will be free,

Of everything,

That was done to me,

The day when the world asks us why,

Girls don’t tell,

And boys don’t cry.

Sonal Arshad Siraj

Sonal Arshad Siraj

A student of psychology and social sciences, who likes to eat and write in that order. She tweets @Sonal_arshad (twitter.com/Sonal_arshad?lang=en)

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