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Jul 2017
A *****-faced teenager
With curly hair
Told me to **** his **** so I did.
An older boy in a barn
Stuck his hand down my pants
And didn’t stop when I asked.
An older man
Watched me walk home from junior high
Every day.
A guy online asked for photos of my body
So I obliged.
I am your mother
I am your daughter
I am your sister.
I crave for you to bite me
And spit me out.
Beat the **** out of me,
Make me cry.
It’s all I've ever known.
I don’t trust anybody,
Because I trusted everybody once.
I am exactly the shape
Their hands made me
When they ****** and fondled
Someone who didn’t know better
And who didn’t say “no,”
Loud enough.
Someone who wanted to be
Somebody instead of somebody’s
And someone who wanted protection
But could not stop the blows
Whether on their back or hands and knees.
And someone
Who just needed to be loved
And didn’t know what it was.
M Elee
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     Brooklyn René and ---
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