Greyscale
When those green eyes locked
directly with mine
I felt a pain grow
deep within my chest
When his slimey palms
reached for my freckled arm
I winced and shook
feeling the burn of his touch
I checked the bruises
like an unlocked door
How does he ignore the
scar he left on me?
I finally opened up
to tell the world of my sorrow
How his skin was on mine
How my tears stained his shirt
The world shut me up
they painted a smile on my face
They bleached my pain and
made my sign blank
I’m not asking for a revolution
or even for a riot
I’m asking for the rest of the world
to live with #nofilter
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