Slow Healing
For all this time, I couldn't call it - rape.
I couldn't use that word, and make it real.
Like plowing a field before it's harvest,
or pruning the trees at summer solstice.
It wasn't the right thing for me to do.
As a Christian, how could I be raped?
And have fallen to it, as if disease.
It was synonymous to being weak,
rather than, the strong person I tried be.
Yet I have come to learn and acknowledge,
that as a child, these lewd sins were not mine.
The power dynamic, control, and threats.
No sir, you are the sick and depraved one,
and you shall fall, once the final day comes.
03.16.2024
Copyright © Charlotte Watkins | Year Posted 2024
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