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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required All you ever fed me was cruelty and pain, Starving, I consumed every morsel, every drop I drank. Instructed to stay quiet, Mind my manners and never speak. Never decline what’s been requested, and never appear displeased. Always take what I am gifted with a smile upon my face. And the only expressions permitted to be given are those of gratitude and thanks. Every day, with words and fists like blades, you cut away my meat. “That frown is gonna cost ya honey, You have three seconds to show those teeth Do you think gloomy gals make any money, or would I make more, selling you piece by piece” Afraid of repercussions, my smile I regain. You dress my body in satin and lace, Adorn my skin with jewels. Feed my flesh to your insatiable pack. I am to remain silent and grateful while devoured by wolves. With the last hours of night, I gather the pieces that remain, whisper softly the release of everything too painful to hold inside to the master seamstress, the Patcher of wounds, the Receiver of empty wicks from flames far too new, the Guardian Mother, the Moon. Upon bare earth, I rest my eroded frame. Within the dirt, I find my warmth. Beneath many layers of shame, I trace into the hearth the letters J. A. N. E. For it is what they cannot take from me, my name. Let them carve and cut away at me, whittle my bones into picks Tear into the twelve threads stitched into my canvas. Sell me to the highest bidder, Own my tattered flesh. But they cannot possess the essence of my soul, For it is not held within my skin. This shell that carries me feels so withered and weak, dissolving into the ground Upon which I lay my head to sleep. My most treasured moments are those held within my dreams. “Thank you, Mother Moon, for the chance to see what beautiful colors love chooses to paint the sea.” My flame it stutters, its words they cease. My heart it wonders, "Who is that asleep in the mud at my feet? Is that me? It is me.” A tear slips to my cheek when I see the scars from the wolves' teeth. “Was I really that small? Just a child, barely four feet tall. I was tiny but strong.” So clear now is the view I see. Cradled within the earth, I lay peacefully dying. For the pain that child went through, I cannot forsake my soul for crying. My heart aches at the view I intake. My body riddled with abuse, My skin every shade of black and blue. “Thank you, Mother, for bringing me home to you, Absolving me of my shame. I am your eternally grateful daughter, JANE
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