How can I?
Love myself again
When everytime I look in the mirror
I'm reminded
That I'm nothing but a statics
An achievement for men behind bars of women they've molested
A bag of scars from
A pile of hurt
A lump of pain
It's strange how it never goes away
It just stays
It's funny how the police never took me seriously
They never cared
Told my story a hundred times
They laughed writing it down
They didn't care
Made me say it aloud
For everyone to hear
There goes another statistic
Another girl who had her power taken from her
There goes another broken soul
No wonder my perpetrator is still free
Even men in uniform don't give a shit about what men in sheep's clothing do
It's all a game of cards
A matter of ideas
Yours and mine.
YOU ARE READING
shortest book
PoetryPoems from my lowest points just a bunch of thoughts do with it what you will it's all yours to read and keep but do think about it. For all the women who have been touched against their will.
