Tonight,
I kick and I scream for him,
He yanks my hair-
Bruises my young face-
My womb defiled-
By an unknown intruder,
And tears silently streak-
My nameless face.
For sometime later -
In the darkness,
I dreamt of his ***** hands-
Touching and feeling me,
And his grimy fingernails-
Scraping at the inside of my eyelids.
Yet the dream has yet to end.
For I lay here,
Comfortably asleep-
With his arms around me-
Hot sweet breath on my neck,
And I know he is to be-
There when I wake,
He always is-
And will be forever.
But I will stand
For love not hate-
And my strength not faint-
Will be seen so on-
From this night.
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 4:00 AM UTC
Tonight,
I kick and I scream for him,
He yanks my hair-
Bruises my young face-
My womb defiled-
By an unknown intruder,
And tears silently streak-
My nameless face.
For sometime later -
In the darkness,
I dreamt of his ***** hands-
Touching and feeling me,
And his grimy fingernails-
Scraping at the inside of my eyelids.
Yet the dream has yet to end.
For I lay here,
Comfortably asleep-
With his arms around me-
Hot sweet breath on my neck,
And I know he is to be-
There when I wake,
He always is-
And will be forever.
But I will stand
For love not hate-
And my strength not faint-
Will be seen so on-
From this night.
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