I love the way you love me
The way you show me
In so many ways
The way you hold me takes me to a place that leaves me depressed
I love you but becoming yours may and will hurt me.
It really sucks because the scar that's deeply rooted within my womanhood makes it numb
The friction, penetration that other women enjoy is like a saw continuously gnawing at my opening
Oh how excruciating the pain is ...
I'm scarred for life
I just wish I can go back in time and rid this curse ,this pain
The irritating and traumatizing flashbacks , agitation that just wont go away
But still you remain that person that with one touch I feel safe and no longer overwelmed with the burdens of my current situation.
The citation of my humiliation is continuous and frustratimg
Walking around with letter "D" on my sleeve
Yet my character shows the aspect of strength
I know myself worth
You always seem to help me jump back to factual existence of who I am and what I am capable of becoming...,
If only you were a woman.
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My Tongue Is A Pen Of A Ready Writer
PoetryHere are a collection of poetry I have written within my teenage years, early adult life . I hope you all enjoy.
