TW: Sexual Abuse
Holy shit it's so messed up
I was a fucking kid
Who needed a fucking father
Who didn't have her period
Who was in seventh grade
And was afraid of failing class
Who wasn't sure what it meant
When you touched her fucking ass
Who didn't want to go to bed
Because you'd be waiting there
To shove your hands down her pants
And pull at her clothes and hair
Who didn't want to call you daddy
Because it didn't mean dad
She learned that on a teenage app
She never should have had
Who screamed at you each day
And scratched you every night
Who went to school and did her work
And never lost her fight
Who was always on alert
And suspicious of what you got her
She cried aloud and flailed around
When you felt her while watching Harry Potter
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryTW: Sexual abuse, cutting/self harm, suicidal tendencies/thoughts, bad words Really fucked up poems about my trauma and struggles. Don't read if you don't like dark stuff.
