'2018' 'Abuse' 'toxic relationships’ 'recovery' 'rape
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I never had the chanceTo ever voice out my painHence I had to danceWith it in the rain.For so many years I lived life knowing thatMy pride had been taken away from me forcefullyAnd in knowing this I lived my lifeConstantly blaming myself When it w
Wet leather reminds me this-
Being born in country of rain supposes
That your first kiss
Will be in a wet clothes
Under that bridge
With no doors closed.
Being born in the country of rain means
To My Mother
Momma he beats me.
What do you want for dinner?
Leftovers sound fine.
To My Rapist
Bruises are bone deep,
Your name is burned on my skin,
fears spread far and wide
personal fears are ones we cannot hide
my fear was relationships
She cries in pain all alone,
no one knows what she goes through each day.
She wakes to screams,
her own you see.
The haunting memories of his hands against her skin;
Sprawling on the cold harsh floor Surrounded by broken glass Covered in cuts and bruises Weeping silently Wishing for someone Something To come save me He stands over me Staring down at me with scorn He grabs my hair And drags me through the hous
She never said no...
when you tied her down in those blue silk ties
She did not say yes
when you grabbed her thigh and slammed into her small body
She whimpered
Your tiny hands in your father's palms
you know he will never let go
You can never doubt a father's love
Until another man takes your hand
Until another man tell you they are not liek the rest
