he said I was one of a kind
his kind of woman
not because I was different than the rest
or I poised only something I had
But it was that he wanted to own me
Like I was some sick chess piece in his game
I was only an object
He thought he stole and took for himself
- understanding
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surviving the storm
PoetryA collection of poems meant to soothe and release the pain from the rainy days
