I don't know how to be soft.
I don't know how to not fight.
Loving hands, less loving hands.
I don't want any kind of hands on me.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry''Everything you did to me, I remember. Mama, I made it out of your home alive, raised by the voices in my head. '' -Warsan Shire, Extreme girlhood
Soft
I don't know how to be soft.
I don't know how to not fight.
Loving hands, less loving hands.
I don't want any kind of hands on me.
