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We were suckleberry sonnets Crabapple tree climbers Little girls in pink frills With fire drills in our heads from our mother's They told us "don't let a boy touch you" We were rockets aimed for the moon We always came a little too short I always thought it was just me Part of me always knew I always knew it couldn't be right I was nine I wanted a boy to teach me things, things my father never could He was fourteen, I'd known him all my life I liked his trampoline But his hands I ******* hated his hands They tugged and pulled at me during hide and seek He whispered "Stop crying" (I was always asking for it) He could see it when I smiled I guarded my smile like I guarded his secret My nine year old mind didn't want it anymore I wanted him less than I wanted to erase it Erase the things he'd planted so mischievously I was an empty nine year old casket I rode my bike like a hurst I wore my turtleneck like a bulletproof vest I thought he couldn't hurt me there I was an angry sailor without a single burst of wind A single burst of freedom It's all I wanted all I ever needed I needed someone to free my from the grips of the Devil I prayed to my mother's God He didn't answer for two years I thought he would free me like the night I thought he would let go like a never ending story But he's always been a part of my story My suckleberry sonnet my first love my broken mother all my nightmares Thanks, ******* I don't let him ruin me anymore He doesn't own me like he used to He no longer steers my so easily swayed ship He's just a piece (A piece of **** of course) But only a small piece of me I ride my bike like it's a steed now I don't wear turtlenecks I don't own a bulletproof vest He's gone I'm still here
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Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 3:46 PM UTC
Finally Free
We were suckleberry sonnets Crabapple tree climbers Little girls in pink frills With fire drills in our heads from our mother's They told us "don't let a boy touch you" We were rockets aimed for the moon We always came a little too short I always thought it was just me Part of me always knew I always knew it couldn't be right I was nine I wanted a boy to teach me things, things my father never could He was fourteen, I'd known him all my life I liked his trampoline But his hands I ******* hated his hands They tugged and pulled at me during hide and seek He whispered "Stop crying" (I was always asking for it) He could see it when I smiled I guarded my smile like I guarded his secret My nine year old mind didn't want it anymore I wanted him less than I wanted to erase it Erase the things he'd planted so mischievously I was an empty nine year old casket I rode my bike like a hurst I wore my turtleneck like a bulletproof vest I thought he couldn't hurt me there I was an angry sailor without a single burst of wind A single burst of freedom It's all I wanted all I ever needed I needed someone to free my from the grips of the Devil I prayed to my mother's God He didn't answer for two years I thought he would free me like the night I thought he would let go like a never ending story But he's always been a part of my story My suckleberry sonnet my first love my broken mother all my nightmares Thanks, ******* I don't let him ruin me anymore He doesn't own me like he used to He no longer steers my so easily swayed ship He's just a piece (A piece of **** of course) But only a small piece of me I ride my bike like it's a steed now I don't wear turtlenecks I don't own a bulletproof vest He's gone I'm still here
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Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 3:46 PM UTC
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