My heart still bleeds
My mind still fragile
My soul still feeble
Let my feelings flow through my keypads
Scars were birthed to my Beautiful
The decapitation of my mind
A sweet smile on my face
As I write the pain away …
Less than seven years of existence
My life filled with pretense and silence
Sexual degradation of my body
Mental degradation of my mind
From the male and female gender
An abused childhood with lots to ponder
“Lick it, like you’re licking stick sweet
Milk will soon come out, lick and swallow it.”
When age seven fellates age eighteen – A naive, obedient soul got battered.
“Lie down, your legs like this
Hold it straight, yes
I will sit on you now ….”
When age sixteen downs age barely seven – the imprint of mental scars.
“We have you, just where we want
The next three to four hours, you’re for our pleasure.”
When age twenty one gets female handled by the ages eighteen and nineteen gang – the sickening and weakening of the spirit.
Was there much I could have done?
Who could I have spoken to?
It was a strict religious home
Sex education was even a taboo.
I became the seventh son of W.B.E. Du Bois
A sudden rebirth with a veil
A world which yields me no true self-consciousness.
One who walks the path of abuse
Gets a birthday suit
The exhibition of one’s scars.
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