Proud Hands
These thoughts,
Emerge into my head
I start to feel angry, sad, emotions
Frustrated, trapped
While his proud hands,
Exploring every inch of my body,
My fervent invitation
Never so much to think I’d like it
Or it would happen to me till college,
At least.
But tenth grade year?
I never, but secretly hoped I would, I would never feel that way again,
Not tell anybody
That I begun to journal,
Once again
One day, one time
My day will come
when somebody needs me the most.
And the feelings will come where, I’d guest
Spit them out unafraid
When they need to be sad
Emerge into my head
I start to feel angry, sad, emotions
Frustrated, trapped
While his proud hands,
Exploring every inch of my body,
My fervent invitation
Never so much to think I’d like it
Or it would happen to me till college,
At least.
But tenth grade year?
I never, but secretly hoped I would, I would never feel that way again,
Not tell anybody
That I begun to journal,
Once again
One day, one time
My day will come
when somebody needs me the most.
And the feelings will come where, I’d guest
Spit them out unafraid
When they need to be sad
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