i remember the roughness
of your sandpaper lips
your iron bar arms
the starvation in your voice
as you pinned me down
a crisp memory
of what it felt like
to feel so vividly
before you left me
unable to feel at all
YOU ARE READING
Letters to My Daughter
PoetryDear daughter, Now that you're old enough, I've decided to gift you my collection of poems. You're in your teens now and I remember how difficult that time was for me, how difficult it is for all young girls. I hope when you read through my experien...
