Dec 2017
I am not afraid of anything
that man could ever touch,
I had the stance of warriors
and eyes that saw too much.
There is beauty in the downfall
of this violent tragedy;
I'm calling out your name now,
are you reaching down to me?
that man could ever touch,
I had the stance of warriors
and eyes that saw too much.
There is beauty in the downfall
of this violent tragedy;
I'm calling out your name now,
are you reaching down to me?
A poem for one of my abusers, though he'll never understand it.
