Like sorrow and pain this truth of shame,
Fear thinking of no one to blame.
Oh runaway closet please hear me now,
Like a stranger hurting me its never
the same....
He who touches uncomfortably,
"the private parts"
Oh runaway closet they have lost
their smarts!
I'm not ashamed nor am I to blame,
Oh runaway closet can I be the same.
Unlike pain, unlike sorrow, mu runaway
closet shall be open tomorrow
Oh runaway closet please hear me now,
I'm speaking out loud because now
I know how....
"God blessed the child".

Darwin D. Smith, Sr.

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/runaway-closet/