Mine,
My body,
My thoughts,
My laugh and smile,
All of it,
Mine,
My voice and dignity,
Innocence and faith,
Was mine.
it was not his to take,
yet the feeling
of his hands
on my body
in places i didn't want,
he took what was mine
in a way worse
than imaginable
i did wake up,
but it wasn't a dream.
it was a nightmare that
my world became
day and night,
no matter how hard i tried,
he took what wasn't his.
he stole my voice.
Fuck You
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we can but hope, time rewards your resolve
and a new root of self-belief
will be planted from your cruel experience
and thus, phoenix
new buds of reinforced volition
to insure, when Next
the world hears your words
Loud n Proud
forget ears, the mountains themselves
will heed your Voice!
(forgive me, dear poet
if my attempt at encouraging positivity
comes across as toxic or hollow,
sadly
these words were all I hide to offer
so that I don't just simply read and flick past
the Bravery I laud in your work)
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