All you heard when I talked was that I like women
All you heard when I talked was I will not carry your grand children
You never heard the part about when I was a kid you made me keep quiet about the things people did
You didn’t protect me from members of family
But you protected me from strangers who were nice to me
You said family wouldn’t hurt me we are the same blood
But looking back family hurt me more than you know
Family open some wounds that have never healed
And up to this day it hurts me still
Family made an 8 year old turn into a women for the pleasure of their fun
Family made me hide my pain all in one to the point I said do I trust men
I know you don’t know a lot mama
Because we never established a space for talks mama
But he hurt me bad mama
From 7-10 that was hard mama
So the choices I made after that was bad mama
But you never saw the changes in my mood
The way I grabbed my thighs
The way I spent so much time outside and was scared to come home
So if the same thing happened outside who do I confined in
Because is the same thing happening inside here
So I learnt to let it go
I learnt to let it be a part of my day
With all the burns all the pain
I went through i grew
So every time I call home and I ask were my sisters are
Is because I hope they are not going through what I did
A part of me is still broken I can’t seem to fix it
So please protect them so they are not fragile and broken like me
Protect these sweet little girls who smiles even they don’t have much
Who make me feel like I worth more than that
Please protect these two girls even if you never did for me
(please)
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Author:
Diana Baffoe (
Offline) - Published: May 7th, 2026 23:22
- Category: Reflection
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