Blood of Silence.

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They use their power over us,
Pretending they never did it,
That they’re the most innocent
And that they never looked at little girls with a special gaze.

Will there be a safe little place for little girls
In this life,
— Where they can be themselves?

Between life and death,
We survive every second,
Afraid that they will rape
Or kill us —
Taking us for “toys.”
And do they feel guilt?

I know why you cry,
I know why you hide it,
I know what they did to you,
I know that now you are alone,
But you will be able to heal your flowing blood by yourself, dear.

Just don’t cry, please,
You know no one will protect you,
That they all use us just so they feel “good,”
Taking us for trash.
But do they feel —
That we are not to blame for this?

They use their power over us,
Pretending they never did it,
That they’re the most innocent
And that they never looked at women
— With a special gaze.

Will there be a safe little place for us
In this life,
Where we can be ourselves?

...

They use their power over us,
Pretending they never did it,
That they’re the most innocent
And that they never looked at women
— With a special gaze.

Will there be a safe little place for us
In this life,
Where we can be ourselves?

Will we find such a place? (Will we find such a place?)