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i used to be a mirror
a picture of pristine perfection
a beautiful girl
with a beautiul frame
then i was shattered
who was to blame?
a rapist
a liar
my own family
I'm not the same person I was before
He didn't listen to me when i said no more
I was just something he couldn't resist
Seriously that fucking man just had to persist
I want to run away
I want to run away
I want to be in your arms while
being as far away
your eyes, your eyes
I hate your eyes
Man painted yellow, man painted blue
I see you in the midnight dew
you yell at me and I quiver
can you not be so bitter
after a month you’re still the same
You cascade down my cheek and never want to leave
Growing old of age by the end of the day,
but return the next day.
You like to follow me around because you find me alone
You’re awfully close to perfection
even your scent lingers after years without vision
am I mad or is because you’re so rad?
No, I’m mad because you’re so awfully close to perfection
he’s soft and nostalgic
a world so prolific
I want him, I want him
and
she dances above him
he closes his eyes
All I ever did was give you everything I had to give
The Flower, just a sprout
I let you hold my budding heart
Those petals were promises
that you plucked
without a thought
Do you remember me?
Do you remember the way you pulled at my hair?
Bit my shoulders
Thighs
Legs
The way you hit me
Leaving marks of yourself over me
The way you flung money on my face
You came into my life
Being a lowlife
I was a kid
And you were a pig
You pushed me on the bed
It was a hot September day and the sun was shining
That field should have been warm and inviting
Instead it was the place you beat me
It was the place that you raped me
I remember not the innocent death of my smile.
For it was all but innocent.
My smile was murdered by those with the twisted faces
And shadowed bodies
Torn,
The new lace underwear lay in a pile at the doorway.
Seam broken wide, ripped from its skin,
The body thrown aside.
Like the underwear,
The body serves only as a trophy in the path of the house
The day i was pulled into that closet,
i got onto a plane. she was there too, the destination was depression and
pain and i caught it like a flu.
On the same flight .
but different destinations,
they say that
Medusa was the villain.
wrong and evil,
a force against nature,
and yet all at once a victim
of her own malfeasance.
and yet,
in "re-writing" a myth,
we bring to light
Turning eighteen and running away is how I "glowed up" and that's sad to say.
Trying to act grown, I moved four hours away. To be hurt by a man and that was not okay.
Azizah, you won’t understand it now, but u will eventually I’m sorry for the thoughts that came when I wasn’t ready to be,.A mother to you and loyal to me.forever felt permanent but you are the keyto my heart and my soul.
It’s 2003 and I had just been born
Of course my young parents were torn,
Dear mother wanted to keep me,
And father… didn’t He Couldn’t
Wouldn’t
