i want to be pure

hot summer sunrays

a flower growing between cracked cement


behind an abandoned house

after the animal activist event


he ravaged my body

and took my innocence


only sixteen, 

when I still had an identity left


he taught me a lesson,

that many others put in cement


you mean nothing

and neither does your consent

This poem is about: 



Wow this hit home and very deep


thank you Kevin and I'm sorry that it hit home for you :( As in sorry that you have experienced something similar before. I hope maybe it helped you know you are not alone in your feelings & I'm glad you enjoyed it. All my love and support to you. X

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