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Puberty

A father takes, eyes closed, that which he has no right A child cries, traumatized, a closet hides her pain The child dies, awakes to find- a woman in her place her damaged mind- cannot abide- the change her body makes The woman stands- naked and alone- facing mirrored images backs away- cuts today- appraising all her damages rearrange- her bodies change- sculpt it down to size to take away- the ugly place- I cut it with a knife

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Jack Ellison

Date: 7/16/2018 2:49:00 PM

I cannot conceive the trauma!!!

Jaquay Atkins

Date: 4/21/2016 10:17:00 AM

This is deep . I likes ????????

Elizabeth Alexander

Date: 3/18/2016 12:23:00 PM

well sis...own-up time for me... I too was a cutter; arms legs hands , feet ,made no difference to me ,just wanted to bleed the bad out.(I'm sure you know what I mean). my teenage years were the worst; I tried so hard to cut deep, but only got a vein once !. please don't hate me for not telling. Elizabeth.xxx

Shaunda Lindsay
Date: 3/18/2016 1:12:00 PM

Dear friend. ONE- I could never hate you- TWO- You must never, ever tell anyone until you're ready. It's the secret code of the damaged. WE MUST NEVER TELL UNTIL WE'RE READY. Sooo. It is not a crime to cut. It's unhealthy as hell, but it isn't a crime. Think of us as being trend setters.. We did it before it was even cool to cut... See.. Now don't you feel better?. I do.

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 3/16/2016 11:54:00 AM

WTF... I hate the imagery above, stolen innocence... well done. LINDA

Shaunda Lindsay
Date: 3/16/2016 12:00:00 PM

Thank you Linda.. I was cutting before people knew what cutting was. Going through that shit sure does take a toll on a persons view of themselves. But, I'm so much better now. I rise above this and say 'NO MORE'. He can't take one more thing from me. And I'm really ok.