Taken
In the dark of the night your hand roam blindly,
searching me out. My mind wondered are you tucking me in,
or like the "BOogie Man" instilling fear or like thieves taking
what isn't yours?
As you pierced my innards, I fought hard to find my voice.
In the absence of protection- you hunt me down like wild game,
you search my cavity for all that was innocent & pure- with no
regard to my young fragile existence.
This is a game you muttered, I held captive my fluids for it was
as a herd of wildebeest escaping my insides, I became unhinged
from my core & disgusted, I was the an elephant in the room, Shhh-
I'm no longer ashame, but a voice that will not be denied/ be
silenced, GO AHEAD ASK ME, I DEAR YOU!!
Copyright © Cathy Moore | Year Posted 2013
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