Sunsets and Larks
an autobiographical acrostic to raise awareness
Sun rises and sets, a beautiful view (staring at the sun too long hurts your ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀eyes, did you know?)
I didn’t know the bath games were wrong. (I didn’t.)
Larks hang by the pool, flying gracefully from our dog (he bit me in the ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀face one day and got put down.)
Every time I pee it burns (I don’t know why I didn't tell that one officer.)
Now we have many friends and play in Dragonfly Lady's attic (my best said ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀maybe my dad hit us because my skin is dirty. she's white.)
Course after that was when he stole us away to Canada. (I don’t know why ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I didn't tell that one officer.)
E ven today I still ask myself: why didn't anyone protect me? (why didn't I ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀protect me?)
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This poem is an entry to Vocal's acrostic challenge:
Resources for Survivors of Child Sexual Abuse:
Resources for Domestic Violence:
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About the Creator
R.C. Taylor
I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
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Comments (4)
Terrible. Sad, terrible. Survive and prosper, leave the universe in care of the wrongs. It seeks retribution for the evils done. Be well.
Harrowing. I have no words. Sending hugs, big, cushioning, protective hugs.
Damn poet. Just, damn. I hope someone, anyone, finds that courage to tell that one officer.
R.C., your courage and power in writing this piece is staggering. Phenomenal work.