I made you feel like a man
****
Powerful
Strong
In control
You made me feel like a rag
Used
Worn-out
*****
Your property
There were no fairy tales
The man and his rag lived
Happily ever after
No matter how much I
followed you around,
trying to press myself
into the small openings
around your body
and time my breathing
to match yours, so we
moved as one
One body
One mind
One fantasy
Not mine...
Yours
I swallowed the pain
The terror
The ugly truth
That I was never escaping
And focused on you
In-between visits to your bed
I learned to bob when you bobbed
To weave when you weaved
To never forget you were master
I was not
And you reached out
Golden boy, gracious in
everything you said
Outside of your bedroom,
An invisible string led from
You to me
You laughed with me and
showed me what having
an older cousin with a
streak of fun was like
A streak of fun
One and done
Don't fight it, ***
Slipped into your breath
And I choked on mine,
Having no place to put it
I could only breathe if you said so
My eyes got big and I
waited for permission
It didn't come
What did were your hands
Those long fingers with
swollen knuckles
I stared at those knuckles
while the hands
Checked me for
contraband
Everything found would be
removed
Safety
Hope
Peace
Faith
I was a good rag
I did not fight
When you had me lay down
On your bed
Your hands, the starring role,
Were everywhere
Doing everything
Your fingers knew where
everything was
All of me was yours
I made you feel like a man
Why did I have to be your rag?
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 3:01 PM UTC
I made you feel like a man
****
Powerful
Strong
In control
You made me feel like a rag
Used
Worn-out
*****
Your property
There were no fairy tales
The man and his rag lived
Happily ever after
No matter how much I
followed you around,
trying to press myself
into the small openings
around your body
and time my breathing
to match yours, so we
moved as one
One body
One mind
One fantasy
Not mine...
Yours
I swallowed the pain
The terror
The ugly truth
That I was never escaping
And focused on you
In-between visits to your bed
I learned to bob when you bobbed
To weave when you weaved
To never forget you were master
I was not
And you reached out
Golden boy, gracious in
everything you said
Outside of your bedroom,
An invisible string led from
You to me
You laughed with me and
showed me what having
an older cousin with a
streak of fun was like
A streak of fun
One and done
Don't fight it, ***
Slipped into your breath
And I choked on mine,
Having no place to put it
I could only breathe if you said so
My eyes got big and I
waited for permission
It didn't come
What did were your hands
Those long fingers with
swollen knuckles
I stared at those knuckles
while the hands
Checked me for
contraband
Everything found would be
removed
Safety
Hope
Peace
Faith
I was a good rag
I did not fight
When you had me lay down
On your bed
Your hands, the starring role,
Were everywhere
Doing everything
Your fingers knew where
everything was
All of me was yours
I made you feel like a man
Why did I have to be your rag?
When we weren't in his bedroom, I followed my abuser around everywhere, trying to become an invisible extension of him, so that maybe - just maybe - he would not do all the things he was doing to me in his bedroom. It didn't work.
