I see those eyes, I feel those hands...

When I think of you,

Mostly I think of what went through your mind

At the moment you saw those leering eyes

At the moment you felt those groping hands.

When your world shifted in a terrible second

From being someone's much loved daughter

Someone's carefree giggly friend

Someone's loving protected sister

To an object of hatred and subjugation.

I stop there, I can think no more

The horror of it has me in its stronghold

I am trapped in that moment

When you, a child of the Universe

Free, evolving, still growing

Joyous at your existence as an independent being 

With your simple aspirations and dreams

Of a home, of love, of a life

Came in contact with pure evil.

I live that moment again and again

There's no turning away 

I cringe and wince, my heart churning

(I rush to hold my mother's hand, and to hug my child)

For each time when your world shifts, mine does too

And when you, in that dreadful moment

Realize what these men meant to do to you

Sweet girl, my sister, my daughter, me

I see those eyes too, I feel those hands too.