submitted anonymously, Johannesburg, South Africa
Innocence lost
Maybe it was never there
Still counting the cost
U left me so bare,
Now my voice feels silent and mute
The time it was needed
Unheard or just ignored by the brute
My calls went unheeded
No means no
A phrase that’s everywhere
No means no
Doesn’t matter he didn’t care
Please don’t I remember pleading
But he’s got more power
And so I’m left with my insides bleeding
A harsh memory now a scar forever
No more human, I feel like just a numb thing
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submitted by Colleen Clark, Ashfield, MA
I was a simple child once. I lived in a house.
When I was 11 I sat on a toilet at my Grammar School. I investigated the smell of dried blood in a paper lined receptacle.
I didn’t understand as I didn’t belong, not yet. Read more »
submitted by Sahag Gureghian, Los Angeles, CA
When I was little, I wanted to be Cinderella, smiling every time my tiny fingers skimmed over the yellowed pages of my favorite book. It was torn and aging but I kept it under my pillow and felt safe knowing it was there. My mother would come into my bedroom every night and read it to me before bed. As her calming voice acted out the story I knew so well, the enchantment of overcoming struggle lingered inside my ignorant brain since I didn’t know any better.
When I got older, my mother stopped her nightly visits and started drinking. My father gambled our money away and instead, he was the one who snuck into my bedroom while my mother passed out on the couch. Every night, just as I was about to drift to sleep, he would approach and kiss me roughly on the mouth. I would try to pull away, but he’d grab my arm and kiss me harder. As I’d struggle to break free, I wondered when my fairy Godmother would come and rescue me.
“Be a good girl and give daddy what he wants,” he’d say and I remember wishing he wasn’t my daddy. Read more »
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