My stomach's sinking into my soul
Got to sell pictures of the body that my father stole
I must kill every thought every roach
To have less eyes watch me press my hand on the stove
Why can't someone call me baby
Without feeling as if they are obligated to save me
I wish he would stop thinking he was the one who made me
So, I did not have feel broken when he attempted to change me
YOU ARE READING
Accepting what I cannot
PoetrySynopsis After years of unresolved trauma, I have decided to write a book consisting of poetry that I have written in some of my deepest moments of self-reflection. Some bittersweet, others uncensored with raw emotion. I mention both the strugg...
