Message To My Sister
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. Endless nights of seeing my mother cry for love that can never be heard. Men coming in and out the house as if where a rest stop. That little girl’s warm little hand gripping to my finger smiling. A new life being brought to this same misery. I soon stepped up began to start a new chapter for you little one.
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