If "I" were small, I'd be dotted, If I were cream, I'd be clotted If I were shrimps, I'd be potted If I were a plane, I'd be spotted If I were a graph, I'd be plotted When "I" am with "U", I'm besotted!
I told I was believed They grieved For loss of innocence And more A family torn apart Yet secrets kept within. A sense of shame – Preserve the name Avoid the public gaze – As if it were a phase That would one day be gone! Not true: Damage had been done Less physical than of the mind Sensuality confined “Damaged goods” Not worthy of sale Undeserving of love Even when love’s there Unable to share Bereft of feelings So cold I told.