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Is it easy to look back on the trauma of past
It’s like taking the knife out my back
It cuts going both ways creating path
Oh but we cried oh but we laughed
Little girls playing with dolls in the basement
Unaware of monsters and dangers that cement
The innocence taken and breaking me within
He was in his teens I was about 6 and again
I thought like a child of his suggestion to play
Never did occur to me to be cautious afraid
Never had I heard of the red word rape
And if I did the meaning would escape
Gender roles were set in stone you know
He was the man of the house we played so
I was the wife he could strike or hold
Oh I didn’t know I didn’t know I didn’t know
That he was taking advantage of me
That I was not to blame and I did bleed
He put his thang deep inside of me
But this pain was not my destiny

Looking back in the cracked mirror of past
I’d learn to live despite terrible looking glass
What good can come from rape of a child
Poetry and music and a furious curious smile
It happened that I may break the curse
Write about it and create healing words
For others who experience similar pain 
My haunted trauma would become healing rain
Couldn’t understand then the why me
If not you then who dear should it be
You were a gift broken into pieces
But like Tiffany glass art unique and
Blessed to have such a fierce strength
That you can relive it again with pen
Painting a portrait of passion and grace
Not breaking like porcelain stronger in faith
Looking back now I believe it destiny 
To make me sensitive and set me free
From the usual childhood of fantasy 
I’m a survivor teaching rape 101 to Queens

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