Who I am today is not who I was then.
I allowed myself to be beat by narcasistic men.
A punch in the face or kicked down the stairs.
Ive suffered too much over
the past years.
Lying to friends how I got the latest bruise.
Having to think what excuse I could use.
"YOUR FAT" and "YOUR UGLY" I was made to believe.
A black eye was my answer when I begged him "please leave!"
Years later n still I wonder 'what is it about me'
Will I always be abused? will I ever be free?
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Offline) - Published: October 24th, 2023 15:30
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Comments1
So sad, so touching. I'm so glad that you can share your story and have an impact on others. Truely an inspiration.
Thank you for your comment hun.
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