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OH BY THE WAY He raped her
KEEP IT LEGAL FORone less child to sufferthe hand me down fist of society hard against naive skin or the fevered push of probation ripping flesh malnourished just the same to keep that cycle going to keep that cycle going DADDYEven nowat 38 I wince when erupting anger flashbacks you lunging steel beam hands that sounded like popping balloons against my Shirley Temple curls They were such big hands The kind that could hug a child completely but never did I was terrified when the darkness gave no warning I only remember hurting and in my young confusion wondering why nothing I did was ever good enough I was always the little bitch who told when really my flesh screamed your faults to the world Hiding in gym class to avoid questioning innocence or inquisitive intentions My mother was just a whiff of Moondrops as she shut the door Like lacing up a straightjacket Trapped and I would cry to Jesus as quiet as I could PLEASE make somebody love me fighting self-pity today that nobody ever did and before I can catch the reality at hand the tears already give evidence No matter how many years or miles away from you I get You're still abusing the need of a child
Cheryl A. Townsend
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