'2018' 'Abuse' 'toxic relationships’ 'recovery' 'rape' 'strong'
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Lets play a game
Lets play a game he said its gone be a lot of fun
Lets play a game he said ready or not 3, 2 , one
This game is called riding the horsey
Sit on top of me and say wooh crazy horsey.
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,
It wasn’t until decades later that I realized it.
She knew.
Tell me mother, what was the street value of your youngest?
How many hits did I buy you?
Your hunger for wanting what was between my legs at the age of five. All the blood coming out making me empty inside. My childhood being torn away like a leaf floating in the air.
My body is a aching, trembling,
thinking about him. How he
held my shoulders down, then used his right hand to
squeeze the life out of my throat. I remember,
everything.
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Since we were young we were tought
If a boy hits you, bullies you, he likes you
Any girl would kill to be in your position
And you know the boys love submission
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