He says he loves you as he's rubbing your belly
then he lubes you up, with what he calls jelly
You don't want to believe this is bad
after all he's your Brother, Uncle or Dad
He'll tickle and jiggle, get turned on by a giggle
He'll say it's okay, as he eases his way
deep inside your belly with all that so called jelly
In front or in back it's hard to even keep track
you'll learn to hide your feelings, watch your back
You'll hope to God it's the last time he tried
It started long before I was seven
and ended when I got pregnant at eleven
He taught me to lie and not to cry
He made me hurt so bad I wanted to die
This is not some kind of tester
He's nothing but a child molester
even though it feels like the end
It really isn't . . . Just tell a friend
Tell another adult, like maybe a teacher
or if you go to church, tell your preacher
Tell everyone, to release your fears
and someday you'll be able to cry tears
You don't have to live with the pain
 the embarrassment or even the shame
Just tell someone and soon
you'll find you've Won  your freedom and your pride