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When I was born it was unexpected

The lies my mother told were undetected, by the men that believed that they were my father

Yet my real father had run away

To a child with just a mother, this wasn’t really a bother

She was all I knew

Hoping hotels with two younger siblings

It was an adventure, Right?

 

She talked to people that weren’t there

The midnight adventures

Strange men

Strange pills, can’t touch

Little games

Don’t let them see you, pretend you are asleep

They catch you, you lose

 

He hit her to the ground

Lots of blood to be found

Pounding on my chest

Screaming in my ears

Must hold them back or they will get hurt

Hot tears running down three little angels cheeks

Looking out the windows

Crying into pillows

 

We had to run away

To our secret hiding place

Yet one day we got caught and got taken away

Little sister had some safe place to stay

But me and my little brother had nothing else but to pray for a better day

Mother said she would come back to save the day

Oh how I waited for that day, but It never came

 

I grew into a body with so many curves that it seemed to make you dizzy

Boys tend to think I was way to easy

A tiny waist where they can slip their hands around

A no is not a no it’s just playing hard to get

This girl fought cause that is what she was taught

But they were made because violations were caught

I grew angry

I mean can you blame me

Mommy left

Daddy ranaway

Even my siblings got taken away

Boys only want to get in between your legs

 

Trust Issues

Daddy Issues

Self Hate

Can’t Wait

Til I can get away

 

I’m in a dark place

Too far to be reached

Far more lessons to be teached

I can’t live with this pain

I have to get better

The only way to be loved it to love oneself

So I must heal

Open up

Even though I have a fear of being dumped

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