Screams of a Young Child Being Forced Too…

     ( a bit of dark humor)

Dragged, screaming in protest,

I won’t go, I won’t do what you want,

No, no, you cannot put me to the test,

My body is mine; I will do with it as I please,

You cannot make me do something I know will hurt,

I have gotten this far in life without its use,

What I have used thus far is quite enough, thank you…

No, I tell you, no matter how many hold me down,

I refuse to allow you to do that to me,

Someone please hear my sounds,

Not in that little room, oh no please,

Please, don’t make me go in there,

Not that place, of unending pain & torture,

I have felt the others, heard them complain,

I have seen them come out,

Sometimes hardly able to walk,

Afraid to talk, afraid to balk,

For they know it might happen all over again…

No, you can’t make me,

It takes two to hold me down so that I might,

Take a poop in the pot; you say this night,

My first poop in that scary thing,

It eats my poop, so disgusting,

It drinks my pee, so revolting,

But in the end it feels good, why all the hype?

I may never leave this place, now,

No, you can’t make me, no way, no how…!

                      © ed/2004