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The Intimacy Of Being Understood

Poetry

An intimate look into the darkest depths of my life. These poems are the embodiment of trials and tribulations of growing up in today's society. I hope these stories bring hope to those who have lived through similar situations and tragedies. Always...

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Birds & Bees

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by klyuh501

by klyuh501

He loved little girls.

Princess nightgowns turned him on.

He saw me go in the laundry room,

And made sure to follow.

What are you doing princess?

I turn around,

And he locks the door.

I -

I was just getting my blankie...

He leans close and caresses my breasts.

Then his hands move lower.

What are you doing?

Shh...

I shut my eyes,

And pretend I'm not there.

I don't know how long I was there,

Or how I got to my room,

But I woke up in my bed.

I looked down,

And there was blood between my legs.

Embarrassed and scared,

I went to the bathroom and showered.

God, what did I do to deserve this?

I'm sorry if I made you mad.

I promise I'll be a good girl now.