All the types of love // Poetry // Compilation #6

Mindset of a victim

these bruises

are just partial tattoos

that's why our faces are blue

and trying to renew

some hope of truth

in our identity taboo

it's not rape

when it was my fate

they were just ironing out

the wrinkles in my brain

it wasn't his fault he burnt me

and left a scar until my skin

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