Him!

Walking home on my own, No signal on my phone, My feet are aching, I stop and rest For company, Robin red breast. A man walking, stops and stares, His clothes a little worse for wear. From his mouth he breathes smoke Now I wish that it made him choke. He sat beside me, gave me a smile, And then our eyes locked for a while. His mobile rang, he answered it I got up as another fag he lit. Wanting to get home, thinking ahead, A cup of coco, a book and bed. Peace and quiet, not a sound That was until I hit to the ground. The man was there, his face over me. A bag over my eyes; I could not see. His cold rough hands undid my blouse “Yes, yes, yes” he said aloud. My body’s freezing, the air too cold I try to run but he has me a hold. He’s undoing his trousers, I’m so afraid, I’m only fourteen, I can’t get laid! 9 months later, here I am, Feeding a baby, bottle in hand. I can’t go out, I have 2 stay in, ‘Cause now I’m a mum, a mum at 14!!