Would you hurt me
If I asked you to
Would you strip away my dignity
And undress me with your eyes
Let me tremble beneath
Your hungry gaze
Even as I covered over
My naked body with my hands
And sank to the cold
Bathroom floor
Until the tears came
And I sobbed
Victimized
But I asked for it, right?
So, you’re off the hook.
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I will weep
When you get
What you deserve.
I will cry out with pain
When they hit you
And spit on you
And call you names
Showing their hate
Of you,
Making you feel stupid
I will lose sleep
Waiting for you to
Come home, bruised
And beaten
So I can hold you
In my arms and
Rock you to sleep
I will know why.
What you’ve done
Is unforgivable
But you are my son
I can’t help but love
What I’ve created.
You and I face each other
weapons in hand
fate tied at the wrist
And as the blood pumps and rushes
what’s left to think about?
I’m faster than you and the
blade cuts into flesh
Spilling your heart out onto the floor.
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She came to my door
Broken and shamed
Last night to explain
The unexplainable
How she rose above
The light until
She reached the
Darkness of
Your might.
It could
Be easy to
Pretend
But you
Know
That’s
Not
What
She’ll
Do.
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Underneath your wings
I used to lie
Breathing softly
Hidden from the world
Upon sanded beaches
Once I craved
The wind as it
Rushed onward
Up from valleys below
Caught between the realities
Sung of
In ancient lullabies
Before feeling brought
Pain and loving
Produced everything
But hate
Now I long for the
Protection and sanctification
Once given to a little child born
In the haunted memories of long ago
Ignored, though never
discarded
Living vividly
Behind an old man’s eyes
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