Abuse

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Beginning of My Story


My story starts when I was just a toddler babe
That’s when my sweet innocence was taken...

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Colossol Shrimpness

Colossol Shrimpness

whisper in your shell like,
spare me from selfish men
they sell fish - fish that smell-...

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...the secretly strong

...the secretly strong

you get,
seven chances with me
I hear you..I take it in..
it loiters aimlessly
...

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Lost Soul

Lost Soul

You touched me
but a young boy
should never speak
when an older girl
violates...

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Just a Dream

Just a Dream

You lie your head
on the hardened pillow.
Your bright eyes dimmed
from heavy...

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I am not a Robot !

I am not a Robot !

I`m a person, a human being
not a servant to be trod all over
at everyone`s beck and call...

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I'm alive

I'm not a victim
I'm not a statistic
I am not the sacrifice
To something ritualistic...

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Spiced Rum and Coconut Milk...

Spiced Rum and Coconut Milk don't Mix

I turned the radio to a volume that created an ambience towards my lobes
A significant wave of white...

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Pray.

I was a child alone in the park,
climbing trees, happy and carefree,
hiding from tall people...

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Done

So done with people
So done with things
As I keep making scribbles
They are telling...

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Oppression

Oppression

The slamming, jarring
Impact on my chest
Wallowing in the sea
Where no-one will...

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DRUGS-AND WRITING POEMS ON...

scratch golden leaking skin
drawing heaven's hell within
vein vanity a joy learnt and burst...

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Where did she go?

Where did she go?


Sometimes we cling onto love with boundless hope…
Oblivious to the wretchedness of the...

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MIRRORS

MIRRORS

Once, my wife no longer liked
Her reflection in the mirror
So I tried explaining it
...

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WOUNDED LITTLE BUTTERFLY

WOUNDED LITTLE BUTTERFLY

Wounded little butterfly

Trembling in his hand

She couldn't trust just anyone

Why...

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PARDON MY POSTPARTUM Ā 

PARDON MY POSTPARTUM Ā 

My man asked me why I'm so angry all the time
I told him I don't know but shit, all I hear is crying...