The Missing Jigsaw

I had no power, I had no say

They had it all their way

The many and the older

Fondling and groping

In places they shouldn’t

But they were all girls

They took a sick delight

Of menace and mock

Over many cruel months

Till my breath raced affright

My heart braced tight

And my body seized blue

All they could do was

To paper bag my blues

And asked if I’d enjoyed it

As a manly man of nine

They all got away

And with it my whole

Never to be seen again.

Cheung-Ling Wong

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