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You Used Me


You used me, I feel so shame, yet I don't know why I am being blamed. She told me I am growing up now, it's time to bring in the dough. If not, she will put me out on the street and change the locks, I won't be their child no mo'. I was 13 at the time, was going to school, and doing art. Though, my parents said it won't mount to nothing if I don't do my part. She told I won't be going to school anymore and dress nice that night. I was upset and cried myself to sleep, because after remembering the threat; I did not want to put up a fight. So I put on the dress she laid out on the bed. It was pretty but I was so nervous, sweat was rolling down on the side of my head. He knocked on my door and asked was I dressed? She is right behind him and said it is close enough, but still look a mess. He let the man in and took money from the man's hand, I was scared and did not understand. They said do what you want with her, she young. That's when things went wrong. The man beat me, chased me, tackled me, and placed his hand over my mouth so I could not scream. I closed my eyes and wondered was I in a bad dream. When the man finished, I was in so much pain. They laughed at me and said we are going to make it rain. One night turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. My body was bruised so bad and I looked like a drunk. I never slept but I was beyond hurt, these people made feel like dirt. One night, I snuck out the window with a picture and a phone. I knew, I was not going back home. I ran to the station and talked to a lady and she stopped what she was doing, and thought she heard me crazily. I repeated the story and gave her the photo, I told her, I don't want to do this any mo'. The police surrounded the house, lights everywhere, and began to shout. They could not believe the girl escaped and ratted them out. They went to jail for their crimes and wow, they are going to be there for a long time. They used me, I feel so shame, yet I don't know why I am being blamed. Yet, I asked for help and they thought I was playing a game. I am glad that I took a risk and hope came.
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PrincessNicky21

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PersonalThemeAbstract

Deeply personal autobiographical trauma narrative, minimal abstraction.

SparseMeasureDense

Multiple ideas per stanza: abuse, coercion, escape, justice densely packed.

DarkSentimentBright

Traumatic content dominates, but ending offers hope and redemption.

StillEnergyExplosive

Active verbs: beat, chased, tackled, escaped; urgent, intense pacing.

MicroLengthEpic

Approximately 55 lines; falls in 31-60 range.

PlainFigurativeOrnamented

Some personification and simile; mostly direct declarative narrative language.

LyricVoiceDramatic

Primarily lyric internal voice with narrative exposition of events.

Free Verseelegyprotestidentityrepetitionenjambmentpersonification

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