The discomfort and the drugs punch me in the stomach. Forced into all of me. Tears run down my face. No clothes, no socks, no panties.
I'm touched and caressed in places my teacher told me to never let anyone see. I choke and throw up, my small body not being able to take all of it. My baby teeth scraping against skin of someone else's privates. My insecure and vulnerable body being taken advantage of.
I'm left all alone to die. Naked, pleading for help. Puking and drugged, "Mommy, where are you?" I cry for my mother. My high little body shaking and crying, puking and sore. "Mommy, my flower hurts."
Mommy, where are you?
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Poems for the hurt
PoetryPoems I've written for people to find hope and gratefulness in what they have. Poems for people who have been hurt and taken advantage of. I write these poems for myself too, to remind me that i'm worth more than what people say. These poems are for...
