The world has viewed abuse
In the eyes of a gender
A woman pops out in the minds
Of people when such transgressions

Takes place, the pain that
Is experienced is so great
That even the trees listen
Race unite when pedophilia

Is at war with our girl-child
But when a boy show signs
of such practice the world
Turn a blind eye, acquit

Like a log has fit into their
Eye lids, most becomes colour
Blind to pain of a boy-child
Especially if an adult female

Is involved, since no blood-stains
Will be left on his fragile penis
Only the smell of saliva from
Her head job to a 5 year old me

At that time I was confused
Didn't know what was happening
Yet I hated every-moment
When I try to lay my grieve

Everyone just looked away
At my mourning soul, it's like
I'm in a stadia full of empty seats
At times I blame my erected

Penis, for allowing it to be taken
Advantage of, every-time I see
You, those volatile thoughts
Gushes back like violent ocean

In a summer season
I took blame to photographic memory
My father passed onto me to dug
Events that took place 3 decades ago

Yet this wound hasn't
Healed even today
What I went through shouldn't
Visit any child of any gender

Yet my perpetrator walks
Freely like a queen in the
Kingdom of demons
I hope I was your only

Victim, those smelly armpits
Inhaled by my undeveloped lungs
Should've seized at my door-steps
A letter to all female pedophiles
© Malunga G