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If ****** could not **** my family... What makes you think you could **** me? What makes you think you could do me harm... When the greatest harm hath been done My blood is very much alive Of fire, of Ghettos, of **** threats and hallow mass graves I am the daughter of the Jews you could not **** My grandfather watches me Stands at the foot of my bed With a shotgun to any man that tries it again The last female, the last Tis my duty, tis my right Twas my father's to protect me But ****** did not betray his daughter... As my ancestors I was groped, stripped, bruised, ravaged Spewed out to unclean, tainted, filth History transcended through me My camp was a house full of vice and sin Where innocence was met with ****** eyes That which cast disdain unto their memory My Semitic heritage was concealed Hidden as my scars and torn ***** My people were ***** This flesh of mine no different... But I stand, I did not die... No pervert of old age, nor madman of Austria Could **** me... No, it was the closest man to home That did the damage...left me to the beast Dragged me into Warsaw of perverse intention and like the rest of the world ignored the cries My people and I cried out for justice... and history as always repeats itself and we were ignored... But I live...I live...I live because my Grandfather stands by me With a shotgun for the next man that tries it again
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Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 4:38 PM UTC
You can't **** me
If ****** could not **** my family... What makes you think you could **** me? What makes you think you could do me harm... When the greatest harm hath been done My blood is very much alive Of fire, of Ghettos, of **** threats and hallow mass graves I am the daughter of the Jews you could not **** My grandfather watches me Stands at the foot of my bed With a shotgun to any man that tries it again The last female, the last Tis my duty, tis my right Twas my father's to protect me But ****** did not betray his daughter... As my ancestors I was groped, stripped, bruised, ravaged Spewed out to unclean, tainted, filth History transcended through me My camp was a house full of vice and sin Where innocence was met with ****** eyes That which cast disdain unto their memory My Semitic heritage was concealed Hidden as my scars and torn ***** My people were ***** This flesh of mine no different... But I stand, I did not die... No pervert of old age, nor madman of Austria Could **** me... No, it was the closest man to home That did the damage...left me to the beast Dragged me into Warsaw of perverse intention and like the rest of the world ignored the cries My people and I cried out for justice... and history as always repeats itself and we were ignored... But I live...I live...I live because my Grandfather stands by me With a shotgun for the next man that tries it again
#abuse#betrayal#innocence#childhood#child#sexuality#virginity#virtue
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hayley-siebert
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 4:38 PM UTC
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