A boy who lived to teach,
With wandering fingers and darkened words.
Firm hands wormed their way,
Along unfortunate flesh.
I was willing to learn.
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PoetryIt's okay to hate yourself, everyone else hates you too. All poems that contain mentions of child sexual abuse are asterisked. I do not want to delete any entries, so there are more mediocre poems in the beginning. Entries progressively get better (...
teach me*
A boy who lived to teach,
With wandering fingers and darkened words.
Firm hands wormed their way,
Along unfortunate flesh.
I was willing to learn.
