I am more
than how he treated me
even if I didn't know it at the time.
I am more
than the biting words
disgusting
crazy
than the subtle insults
and the insinuations of my guilt.
I am more
than my body
limp and lifeless
trapped.
I am more
than I was at 14.
I am more
than the hidden manipulation
maybe not so discreet
but invisible to my freshman brain.
I am more
than the girl who did whatever
just to make him stay
even if she couldn't watch
i couldn't watch
while I did it.
I am more
than a victim of a man
a victim of expectation
a victim of my inability
to scream
I am more
than some slut
like he told the whole band.
I am more
than my body
I am more
than my matching bra and underwear
I am more
than the swing of my hips
I am more
than my trembling hands
I am more
than my eyes turned away
I am more
than your toy
I am more
than the stupid
tourist trap vacation shirt
bullshit of your words
"what's the best way to give a handjob? use your mouth: Cancún México"
I am more
than your saturated misogyny
I am more
than your sorry soul.
I am more
than my abuse.
YOU ARE READING
raw
Poesiaa collection of honest, soul-bearing poetry. these are the parts of high school no one speaks openly about, and they represent the struggles of many students, including myself.
