I want to tell a story, a story of  a young girl introduced too early to sexuality,

Or should I say sexual activity.

She can't even remember exactly when,

Just these flashbacks now and then.

Of her brothers , her keepers Introducing her to games under the covers

She learned pretty quickly how to hide naughty CDs

A sturdy student, she always knew When either one went to room alone that was her cue. She thought it was fun,

After all her elder brothers loved to play just with her,

In those moments she had their attention After all they liked touching her.

They knew she loved to play games

They turned it into one and toyed with her

Even though she didn't understand the rules,

Even though she was a poor player too

Even when she didn't want to play

They were her big brothers whom she had to obey.

Until she grew up and understood that the little game was a ruse

Out of ignorance she was abused

When the realization hit she felt used

Today she knows the difference

What's right and what's wrong

She made a promise to herself

Always to be strong,

Never let her flame die.