When you have a much bigger
Taller
Stronger
Boy standing overtop of you
Pinning you down with no escape
There are no words that come to your mouth
At least not ones that will manage to come out
You know that if you screamed
He'd beat you to a pulp
And then you'd have much worse to worry about
You know that staying quiet
Is the only way you will get out
You bite your tongue
And slay the words before they caress the top of your mouth
Silence is the much safer route
My mother won't lose a brother
My brother won't lose a friend
I stayed quiet
Instead of wasting my breath
They couldn't hear my screams anyway.
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Where The Grass Grows
PoetryA poetry collection about life & death, love, loss, & grief. Written through the lens of a 15-17-year-old girl. These poems are a collection of my story. Take care of them. They mean the world to me.
