BOOGIE MAN
Mr. Pedophile what gave you strength? Was it my little brown eyes glowing with care? A little girl with much hopes and dreams Cursed to fear the word “please” As they gave you fortitude to push on to your limits Abandoning physics, I was turned and spanned to fit your will Mr. Pedophile I was only six What immense fetish of yours gave rise to desire a kid? I had no flourishing bosoms Just my bow and my baby powder fragrance And yet when you held me in your hand with much affection I thought you meant well and I felt safe That an adult who know...