To My Rapist

If you could see me now
The light you thought you quenched
As my days over came your ever evil nights
So much stronger, I am striving than ever

If you only you could see me now
One you thought defiled, violated and broken:
Here and now I am, I rise, most beautiful soul
Stronger and on to greater and better heights

If only the dung and dust you are sees me now
Overwhelming love and life I now have as living
I that flower trampled on Mother Nature rebuilt
Settled as God ordained-growing and glowing 

While you remain bit pickle pollution speckle
Whose life would stay in shackles as I sparkle

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