Poetry

My Silence.

I grew up with the reality that I was to be used by men.
I was soaked with a purity and kindness, but my eyes hurt and betrayal was more than common.
Fathers leave and so do lovers.
I was the coward when I couldn't do it anymore.
Lock the doors and always be cautious and no one will never know what that did to me.
A child begging at your knees was never enough reason to set her free.
Too many tears for one child, I was confused by this violence.
So I lived in silence.
But truth be told I got violent in my silence, I was the punished everytime.
They ate me whole and now I'll never free my soul.