I feel like a scared little girl.
A raped oyster,
Missing its pearl,
A heavy hearted woman
Like a rusty useless cannon
So they put it in a museum
in reach of bored little children
to stick their chew to gum
on my underbelly
on my sore skin
and they spit mean cruel words
like bullets
at my feet
where I lay my head
and so it begins,
so it begins,
I don't snap
I just bend
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