Poetry 1

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What is inside my pants that you want so?
My body is only tiny,
it doesn't have the strength to hold you up
Your weight in me is sexually horrific
How did you think that I was strong enough?
A seed you planted that grows a poison through my veins
creates a prostitute in me that I despise
I feel so bare between the sheets of life
So much pain that I think I'm going to die
I don't know how to be a woman
I feel barely like a child
I am stuck between these two expectations
Just wanting to feel normal all the time
Why don't you love me enough to restrain yourself?
Am I nothing but the body in which I stand?
Aren't my legs just childish legs?
My face just hollow with the heart that you chipped out
I am a broken woman with the years of five to six
You have become my husband but where do my brothers fit?
I don't want to be treated this way, hurt this way, tortured this way
Why can't you see me?
I love you but this isn't right
You are my father, my protector, the one and only adult in my life
And yet you abuse me, you abuse my love for you, you abuse my body
You disregard my heart and soul
Until I feel empty, soulless, incomplete
Living like a zombie like you seem to want me to be
It is too hard to do you proud,
too hard to prove you wrong,
too hard to stand up strong
And I too weak, too raped, too much for me
You have ruined me, killed my spirit, hunted me down
I am a sexual impulse now
A deviant, a slut
You created a victim
Gave yourself power
But how long can it really last?

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