Can I be whole?
Can I be new?
Can I be the caterpillar as it renews
Can I fly away?
On tattered wings
Or remained trapped in this misery
Can the sun burn my flesh?
Can it renew my youth?

Can I be alive or shall I die
Can I revive what was stolen inside?
Will I laugh and love
Or remain a tattered dying dove
Caught in the thicket
And the brigade of lies
That’s the poison that lives inside
It makes me cringe as I attempt to survive
You beat me down
Destroyed my pride
You raped me and still call me lover, son,
Friend-
You watched as I was stripped bare
Humiliated as everyone stared
Oh father of my brother
Do you even care?
Oh mother foolish woman for love
You have died from inside of me
There is no recovery for our misery-

For giving me to the desires of men-
There is no forgiveness
Only death can set me free from the misery
You all created in me.

Photo: Ink my Skin, Azarel