slamagainstrape
Learn more about other poetry terms
The first time I held a book, I was a mere three years of age.
I had no idea what the imprinted words on the book meant,
Only, that I wanted to read them, know them, understand them.
How did it feel to wrap your hands around him and strip his innocence like meat off the bone? How does it feel to know that for fifteen years you left his mind in constant fear? You surround yourself with broken dreams and the tears of children.
