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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Strike me again, when I don't fully comply to your messed up wishes Tell me to shut up, go to the kitchen and clean up your dirty dishes Overpower my weaker body when I stand up for myself Force me down on my knees below your wicked self Trim my nails, cut my claws, and I'll still get up to bite Whatever it takes to make what you've done to me just and right Your anger I excused for love when I was in the past blind But now I see the abuse, and you will never be mine So hit me again, leave bruises on my skin I'll hide them with makeup never again I bare the scars of assault of four men The back of my throat, all over my skin, and in my mind is where they've been My blackened past, my dark demeanor, this is where they came Because of these actions done to me, I'll never be the same These things I wish with other's they could never with me relate But the world is full of cowards, and with us they seek to date Men like these across the world, be ridden with unending shame For my spirit will rise above you, and I will never let myself be tamed Seven years I'll patiently wait for a body that's never been touched The hands of those who did not deserve me, I'll dream about being crushed But with all of these curses set upon me, from men I used to love I spit on your face and chant out loud, that I will rise above
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