childhood sexual abuse

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Being a child is a special time One in which you look up to your guardians And think - I want to be like them - As strong as my father And as kind as my mother
Dear Evil Man, I dont think it's fair. Not at all. Why do you acquire happiness? I think to myself, "Why? Why is he given a family? And a loving wife? Why is he worthy of living?"
There are so many words held inside the breath in my lungs. So many clouded thoughts like ravens feasting over animals on the road. I am speaking to you. Directly to you. My mouth throws up my words onto that tiled floor.
Do you remember that old concrete house? All the twisted and skinny roads you had to take. The roads all frail and muddy and uneven. Can you smell the distinct alcohol rub
Dear Me:   You’re finding steps where steps didn’t used to be I admire that, I really do Days have gotten harder and you’re still Finding smiles where you couldn’t There isn’t a rhyme scheme anymore
There’s a new you in town In my neighborhood On my street Too close for comfort   'Registered Sex Offender'  
I couldn't sleep last night.The room was much too quiet.I could hear my blood pumpingI couldn't sleep last night.The room was much too dark.
Coming from the continent of Africa Born into a family from Paris, Tennessee. My name is Darice
Am I gay?  Am I bi? Am I Straight? Did I promote the abuse? Did I like it? Should I kill him? Should I kill myself?              
its the fear that eats away at me this feeling between my legs it isnt arousal its fear its the sound that eats away at me this feeling in my chest it isnt love its fear
If you found my name on a diction’ry page, what word would I be? To “abscond”, the word with my meaning, Is to flee, or leave. Fear of being taken into custody, Is surely what made me run.
Monsters By Camerin Jae   This smile plastered on my face No one knows I’m a disgrace.   Everything that’s inside Would make someone run and hide.
Do you believe me now? Now that I'm telling the whole world about this crime? - The First Thing: Why didn't you yell?
It is a dense fog As thick as pea soup Struggling to suffocate me Eyes unable to see mere inches ahead   It is a storm cloud overhead  Ominous and dark Filled with rain about to drown me
Mother   Says she cares That she'd have stopped it "If I would have just told her when it was happening" (I was five) But then says 
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