Who was I
a woman or just that piece of flesh for their desires to fill
They left their mark, their scars and sex.
cleansing sweat – baptizing, musky lust and rage-filled desperation
identity and emotions detached like autumn leaves
let them float and fall
forget
They numbed my pain, erased disgust
guilt
Who was I
good girl, bad girl
Slut
hot, sticky, messy, empty
They filled my hurt, fed my hunger
bodies slapping, pulsating, writhing
escape
clouds settle
reality awaits
who was I to them?
does it matter?
I felt their pain
kept their secrets
devoured the sweet taste of their guilt
absolution
I was pleasure
they release
freedom
empty
alone
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I don’t know if that poem made me sad, or emboldened. If that was your goal, great success!
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You have a gift to describe your feelings that many of us face everyday.
I love your poem and your journey is very inspiring.
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So well said and put together beautifully. I can very much relate.
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