a different girl from before
she has crazy frizzy hair now
nothing like the blonde,
sleek, hair she used to have
she's different too
that's what growing up does to you
she's wild too
unpredictable even
i'd be too
if i'd been through what she had
her dark brown hair
seems sin-stained
the blonde beauty now gone
but she loves her curls
because they were a part of her
that he would not have known
and he knew every part of her
she hated it
his hands stained her skin
and hair holds memory
so in rebellion
both body and soul
refuse to be the same
as the blonde little girl.
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This poem makes my skin crawl with revultion, not from the poem but the content itself. Sad and upsetting it provokes anger and pitty. I have always said that you can tell if a work is a piece of art by the emotion it provoke and so I proclaim this a work of art
even letters, when arranged in a certain way, can be tragically beautiful
This is a very brave poem dealing with some a subject absolutely disgusting, sadly i know myself how common this was and still is. It raises anger that it happened and still happens and sorrow and feeling for the recipient. I wish you all the best
it's a sad side effect of the world we live in
Excellent write
thank you
You're welcome
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