Rain
wash away the trouble
Pain from broken yesterday’s
Nurture seeds of growth
Poetic musings
wash away the trouble
Pain from broken yesterday’s
Nurture seeds of growth
Anxiety room
Sterile instruments
snip snip
Awaiting results
I
was voiceless
but my body
was screaming
revolting.
Mind
drew
blank
Retreated
after the
attack.
Once friend
now foe
Role playing a pimp
and Marilyn Monroe
famously labeled a whore.
but she also said stop
likewise we were ignored
pounded for more
and more.
Victim blaming is part
of the culture game
“Some just rape easy”
is what disconnected
power leaders say,
those rules I refuse to obey.
The use of alcohol stimulates
or if we were already intimate
did not make me a willing participant,
if you don’t consider it legitimate
you’re a hypocrite.
Cannot comprehend
the mental imprisonment
constant cognitive dissonance
that you can’t even
begin to articulate
Staying vigilant
feeling impotent
nightmare reruns
of the incident.
Robbed of my innocence
Know
I am one of millions
Happening every 2 minutes
facts
you can’t refute.
I was voiceless
but now
boisterous
Born again from
suffering.
wounds
will
heal,
my dignity
you cannot steal.
Initiating a change
so no one ever
lays down
broken
from pain.
Love in every
action
prevents
traumatic reactions.
Sad stories
she writes
repeats
Tragic histories
reek
they repeat
People do
wrong then
sweep
Dysfunction dust
leaves a
strong musk
Stories weave
she writes
repeats
Emerging bruises
children run to
local park
Scared blinded
by the
dark
Sad stories
she heard
Mother told
Broken arm
pigeon lost
in streets
Touched in
places not
seen or heard
Speaking now
she doesn’t
just write
Breaking the habit
of keeping
stories sealed tight.
Cleaning out
Memories Like
shattered glass
Echoes of the past
Webs of
trauma
deceit
Control
Dysfunction,
The common thread
Hold me captive
There’s no release
Clenched claws on
my writing abilities
Trail of tears, Searching
for comfort From whoever
abandonment
I fear
Out of the static noise
keep on pushing
My will speaks loud and
Clear.
Write it down
Set it free
no longer
A part of me
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