childhood abuse
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I don't want to carry this with me anymore
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I want my body to die and take this trauma with it
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Bury us in a shallow grave to rot away,
Until mold and insects and scavengers
You're like smoke.
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Shapeless, or just too many shapes to settle on anything real, anything solid.
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If I make myself look, I can see you- a looming, dark, mass always present in the corner of my thoughts
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Torn and molded, hand and foot, to be what we create,
Look up at sir and hold your tongue. Empty your mind of hate.
The first time you found me,
I was a little girl.
You told me I could trust you
and then you turned around and ruined me.
Being myself is so hard sometimes.
I am a muslim woman.
I am also a vietnamese woman.
I am a bisexual Vietnamese muslim woman.
I am part of the first generation in my family born outside of Vietnam.
The frantic forest floor,it was so cluttered once,every rustle was news, unsilenceable.Leaves fell, animals tracked through the dappled shifting sunlight, and it was all important.
