They call her Weak, Vulnerable, Useless. "You are a woman after all," They said. But she's more than what They think she is. She's an ocean of Strength, Courage, Beauty. She holds the power Behind her cerulean eyes To sustain life and Drown it too.
The marks and bruises on my body daddy says don't show His voice in my head screaming "don't tell" Daddy says it's okay to be a ***** He says it's okay to earn what you eat But then why do I feel filthy everynight after he is done? Why can't I wash the filth away? Is daddy doing something wrong or is it just me? Forget me iam just being paranoid Daddy is never wrong.
Pain,confusion and blind love.Not written from personel experience but it is a poem that speaks out about the horrors other people go through.