Getting through sexual assault experience I wrote this
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Poetry has allowed me to spill my confessions,
as though they were
the ink of healing and creation,
to combat the saboteur.
The one who forced
You held me.
My brain screamed oxygen.
I cried the whole way home, face blushing red.
I am fifteen years old and I think I own the world.
I have a boyfriend and he loves me.
He yells at me but that is okay, he loves me.
He shoves me but that is okay, he loves me.
Its another lonely night
My skin feels cold to the touch
My heart grows colder still
Why do I hurt so much?
Somethings are hard to admit
Others make me want to cry
But I'll admit the darkest thoughts
The taste of his mouth seared my tongue, even after he tore my insides out I still had a reminder of his betrayal of every part of me: my mind, my body, my heart.
Everyday she walks in a daze
Going through her life like maze,
Looking forward to the bright morning skies
hoping there will be no lies,
Chances are there will be something new
