A poem by Sangeetha Priya on Child Sexual Abuse.
She played pretend with her toys
Taking after the world of grownups
With her kitchen set and barbie dolls
Sometimes an adult joined her game
A father figure, who seemed like he cared
She played hoping he wouldn’t play the game she feared
But the child couldn’t see that people never changed
She was confused, she begged that she wanted it to end
He said it was just a game it’s what people did
A child without understanding or agency
Was an easy prey for his fantasies
He thought she would grow up and forget
Her body may have healed
Her memories may be a haze
But in her mind she’ll always remain the same
The little girl begging, scared and confused
Her abusers are long dead and gone
but she can still feel the invisible wounds burning
Through her body pulsating with anger and remorse
Unable to accept herself fully,
unable to forgive or forget
Even after all these years
The scar in her heart, she’s doomed to bear forever.
Sangeetha Priya
Teacher; architect. Partner with Fifth Element Architecture Studio. She connects with friends, students, and like-minded people through her Instagram handle. She loves to work with art, lettering, poetry, ilustrations. She also is vocal about issues concerning women. Here are her digital sketches.
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