Gone for a week,
Hey, where you been?
Can't tell, so you say, "Chillin' with some friends."
Not about the beating you got,
It's not like they'd care a whole lot.
You don't matter, you're not real.
What makes you think they give a fuck how you feel?
You got used, think it's all your fault.
They used the gun, the cold burns like salt
They violate you, and don't give a damn.
Welcome to being served the shitty hand.
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Poems by Joelle C Johnson
PoezjaPOEM 4 SEXUAL ASSAULT TRIGGER WARNING! Many of these poems are ones I have previously written, without dates or titles. I will do my best to add poems every so often with dates. This is mostly so I never lose my works and I can always find them, but...
