Past thoughts

He she
They me
Messed with my emotions
For eternity
Made every single motion
Feel like oceans
How they tortured me

Making waves everyday
just to say
It's only child's play

And there I was
Torn and broken
Staying in it anyway

But when the bruises show
And blood spills read
They'll blame me
That's what will be said

They never laid a finger on my body
Only tore and ripped apart my soul

Until pain was all I was left to know

You see

In the end the physical abuse came from me
Because they convinced me
It would set me free

This poem is about: 
My community


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