Unloved Wounds

What 8 year old makes sense

My first experience was to be still open your legs stay quiet

What 8 year old understands that

I don’t know if this is love

When I told my protector she said it was my fault

My nasty walk, my sassy ways, shut up don’t talk

Maybe I did ask for it, could I have given some signal

What 8 year old knows about that

I don’t know love

Still haven’t quite got the hang of this

Should I allow these boys to touch me

What 8 year old saw this coming

Full of life that I was told to sustain

A blessing but I’m not ready for the stigma this carries

What an 8 year difference this turned out to be

Years barrel forward repeating the same mistakes

Accepting times outdated calculations

8 years x 5 counts = 40

I was an 8 year old who knew that my innocence was taken but didn’t understand, assumed this was how to be treated by a man.

Watched in the wings as the earth moved thinking if he hurts me it’s real, that’ll be my love

Love is a higher threshold for pain guarding the human soul.

How do I change the views from this tower of no control

What did I know at 8 years old