NOT SO FUCKING WEAK NOW AM I?

He hurt me.

I have lost count of things broken and blood spilled.

1,5,20 to many punches to the gut and kicks to the shin.

Remeber how you burned my skin?

Remeber how you told me to cry so that you could see how weak I was?

well baby guess what?

I'm not as weak as you thought and your just now playing catch up, remember when you called me a --

"rotten no good whore"

Threw a knfe in my face, made me taste the dirt on your boot as you kicked me down.

But I figured out how to get back up.

Don't touch me like you care when you don't, DON'T YOU DARE PRETEND YOUR INNOCENT!

I'm wiping that smug little smile into a frown, I hope you see red!

Redder than my blood that you have now spilled for the last time.

Fuck physicality I am strong with emotion and life that you tried to drown.

"Baby I'm sorry" is a phrase that has lost its charm, when you decided that my body wasn't a temple meant for gold but a desolate soul only to harm.

Never there be another fucking

"Baby I'm sorry"

"It won't happen again"

"Come on she's just a friend"

I am finaly done playing ring around the pain and the tear soaked fucking rosies.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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