by Donel Raum
I was molested at the age of three by a boyfriend my mother exposed me to. She went to the store and left me with him. I remember after, thinking I can never ever tell anyone.
He didn’t tell me not to tell. In fact, if I am honest, I would have to say, he probably didn’t even remember doing what he did in his drunken stupor.
But I remembered.
I remembered the fear I felt when I realized what was about to happen. I remember the taste I could not get out … Read more...
by Donel Raum
A Little girl stared out the window
And watched the cars pass on her street
Thinkin’ about a bedtime story
Of a girl she longed to meet
And a boy who’d often visit her
And say little one
come take my hand
Come fly with me
And you will see
What its like in Neverland
Wendy can you hear me
Do you see me when I cry
Can you share with me
your happy thoughts
Can you teach me how to fly
Would peter and his lost boys
Help me fight old Captain Hook
Cause I’m tired … Read more...