I Am a Slut
I am a ****
,
Cuddle in a bundle
I lay down in my blood.
Soaking wet with tears
I wish I was dead.
Not yet, my child You said
Not yet your time is up,
Be strong, and fight the battle
cause a war must still be won.
Draining and exhausted of the beatings,
I called out Your name.
My throat sore of all the chokings
I whisper, please help!
You gave me the strength,
You gave me the courage to pick myself up.
And here I am today, Your ****.
Strong, Liberated, Unique and Tough.
Roebain
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Copyright © Roebain Christians | Year Posted 2021
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