she was simply the product of control
born from the ultimate power move
believed to be an accident
really holes punched into the condom
so he could possess her.
not actually wanted,
all he wanted was power
and power he got
in the form of innocense
easily manipulated
mishandled and molded into a broken piece of art.
she grew up uncertain
knowing only of her faults
all the cracks and chips were obvious
and constantly pointed out
but the beauty was not.
he made sure that she learned
to stumble when she walked
and stutter when she talked,
to never forget she was broken
to apologize just for existing,
and never accept
that she was worthy of love.

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