The Worst of You

I was cursed since I was born,
fucked and taunted by you all,
so I'm beaten, raped and torn,
sweet sixteen and fit to maul.

Slitted by a dinner plate,
smashed to pieces, sharp and white,
trapped, and forced, you penetrate,
your excuse, I did not fight.

Bitterness, the virgin's fee,
paid in full upon that day.
It fucked you, then you fucked me,
Four years old, but I was gay?

You fucks said to speak or leave,
tell my story or give in,
prosecution rests, I grieve,
'cos, you fuck, you think I win.

Some of you, you know I lost,
fuck you too, you know me not,
I'm the one who paid the cost,
in the alleys, bedrooms, cot.

Think I'm ruined? Think again,
rape does not a cripple make.
Power reigns above my pen,
run, you fool, for your own sake.

Anger is a tool of mine,
sharp and wet, honed to a point,
one day I will make it shine,
your blood, my skin will then annoint.

Older now, and grown so strong,
See the prison lose its grip,
beg parole, I'll say no wrong,
free the fucker, let 'er rip.

Saw you walk across the street,
followed you into the night,
years of practise, I'm discreet,
never let you out of sight.

Fucker! Babies at your house!
Married while you were in jail!?
Follow, quiet as a mouse,
now I know I mustn't fail.

You have babies, you have drapes,
now you even have a wife?
Well, for all the brutal rapes
you'd "give" us, I take your life.

Slowly does it, slow and deep,
mirror words you said to me,
tie you down while you're asleep,
facing up so you will see.

Broken mirror, shard of glass,
severs manhood, pride and joy,
thrust it deep inside your ass,
now you know the pain, "my boy".

Fingers fly across the room,
one less way to hurt again,
door caves in with sudden boom,
surrounded by police men.

"What possesses this young man?"
At the dock you fucks ask me.
I regret the life I ran?
Fuck you, no, cos now I'm free.