Abuse Poem

I was abused by my step-father and his friends from the time I was 8-13. My mother never saw what was going on because she was the "bread winner" in the family, as Pappy was an alcoholic and couldn't keep a job. It continued until I started my period, when they realized I could get pregnant. Years later I am going to counseling and finding the hope and love for my "little girl inside."

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So You Think...

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Published: March 2016

So you think you want to touch me?
Pardon me if I cringe.
So you think you want to hold me?
I'm afraid your touch may singe.
So you think you want to kiss me?
I may come unhinged!
So you think you want to love me?
Can't you see my heart and soul are tinged?

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