At 10, my parents divorced.
Left alone with no one to hold.
Self-reliance was to be forced,
Because there was no one to uphold.

At 13, I met a new buddy.
Thinking he could be trustworthy.
But he broke my valued trust,
When he ripped my shirt and pants.

At 18, I worked as a waitress,
Wore fitted blouse and short skirt,
Body harassed freely by monsters,
Nothing to do but to wipe those tears.

At...