I was always taught to be powerful
Until I was put into your clasp
With your hand round my throat
And your fingers intertwined with my hair
Your teeth engraving into my thigh
And oh my god
I've never had a moment go by
Where I couldn't pick myself up
As you left me weak at my knees
Pleading for a man
~ this ain't what your mumma taught you
- G
YOU ARE READING
Train rides and oceans
PoesíaA poetry book: heartbreak, love, healing, growth, time. A tale of my life In short story like poems A shift in my focus Rebalance - G
