Sick and tired— trapped...
Body wrapped with
Sharp pain because my
Body wasn't made
To contain all this rage
My mind wasn't made...
My eyes weren't made...
My soul was not made...
To behold what shackles my soul now
Bound by memories of being innocent
Uncle sinning against me sexually
Momma knew he was molesting me
Smacking me across my face
I could do nothing...
Pops wasn't around to give me the time of day
All I wanted was a time and place where I could be loved
A hug from my mom was too much...
So I turned to lust on the net
While I was hooked like a fish
As I click, click, clicked to watch porn flicks
Trying to find intimacy— or an outlet, at least
But as I try to breathe and be at ease
I see my mom inhaling the devil’s breath through the glass pipe
I'm shattered in a flash
Fright and brokenness is the aftermath
Brokenness is my aftermath...
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