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?
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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
