You don’t have to be a street child to be sexually exploited

You didn’t see the innocence in her eyes

you just didn’t care; all you wanted was your basic needs

fulfilled, even if that was by a child

You tricked her saying you’re her father’s friend

You took her to the corner of an abandoned shop

sat her down and asked her to give you her hand

Within seconds her hand was inside your pants

She was afraid and didn’t know what was going on

She didn’t know what she was touching

When it was over you told her she could go

And to say hello to her father from you

She walked across the field back to her home

Feeling used and disgusted with herself

Tears started to fall down her cheeks

As she realised what had happened to her

And what you made her do

She told her mother about you

about what you made her do

But nobody believed her

She told her father about you

But found out you are not her fathe’rs friend

You were a paedophile, a child molester

Now on your way preying on another child

While she is left with the scares and memories

that will hunt her all her life