I was handed fists
for as long as I can remember.
My curiosity—squashed with screams.
I didn’t learn the alphabet—
it was beaten into my ribs.
I didn’t hold hands.
But their grip was tight enough
to remind me I’d never leave.
I’ve been property since conception,
just signed over with a new lease.
My tears were never wiped—
they were smacked off my face. You must swallow all emotion or you're a disgrace.
I was to speak when spoken to and never out of turn. What happens at home stays at home and no one else should learn.
It wasn't a phase mom- daughters marry men like their dads. Though I came pre-etched in rules there was a new ruler to be had.
I was handed fists,
my whole life,
disguised as loving encouragement
to be better.
How was I to know you don't have to yell to show passion?
Jun 10, 2025
Jun 10, 2025 at 9:18 AM UTC
I was handed fists
for as long as I can remember.
My curiosity—squashed with screams.
I didn’t learn the alphabet—
it was beaten into my ribs.
I didn’t hold hands.
But their grip was tight enough
to remind me I’d never leave.
I’ve been property since conception,
just signed over with a new lease.
My tears were never wiped—
they were smacked off my face. You must swallow all emotion or you're a disgrace.
I was to speak when spoken to and never out of turn. What happens at home stays at home and no one else should learn.
It wasn't a phase mom- daughters marry men like their dads. Though I came pre-etched in rules there was a new ruler to be had.
I was handed fists,
my whole life,
disguised as loving encouragement
to be better.
How was I to know you don't have to yell to show passion?
Every instance swept under the rug must be remembered if I want to heal
But I'm afraid this will be my undoing
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