before my first breath was drawn
through newborn lips
when my mind lacked the ability
to linguistically relate
my allegiance to god was sworn
the spankings with the wooden paddle
the scratch of a diamond ring
with the skin of my grandmother's back hand
all were done in the lamb's favor
swearing to never explore
the elements of my existence
deemed detestable
in the ways of the king
that one night i swore up and down
looking into my mother's eyes
pleading with her to let me prove
my "rebellion" had wavered
a label slapped on my behaviors
from the moment i could spew blasphemy
they pulled out knifes
and stabbed me in the back
once i turned on them
commanding to hear a prayer
of deliverance and healing
i used the love of words
to mend the wounds
reconstructing my purpose
piece by piece
YOU ARE READING
when you drown your girlhood
Poetryaeolist. High rankings- #1 in poetry #1 in creativewriting #1 in prose #1 in spokenword #1 in girlhood #1 in prosecollection #2 in poetrycollection #2 in deeppoetry trigger warning- poor mental health sa + abuse substance use disorder second p...
