My teenage mother
Thought she was in love
With my absent father
He wished he’d worn a glove
Saw my mom beat and raped
By my sisters’ abusive father
My whole world reshaped
Life suddenly darker
Barely four when I was molested
Too young to comprehend
As it continued I detested
I thought my cousin was my friend
A creepy dude tried and failed
When my family took a cruise
Fourteen when that ship sailed
The policed acted confused
Cried as I was defiled at fifteen
I thought everyone knew
I no longer felt clean
Fucker went by Blue
Met some dirty old bastards in Kansas
One got too close and always a misogynist
Second kissed me and took his chances
Guess I’ve never been a traditionalist
Don’t mistake me for a victim
As I detest pity
Looking for some wisdom...
I am a goddess
I promise
The strongest beings
Have hard upbringings
About the Creator
DMTakeshi
DMTakeshi has zero credentials and these poems have a high probability that they are the ramblings of a person with a serious mental illness. Enjoy!
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Welcome to the Winners Announcement for The Ritual of Winter challenge. This prompt focused on winter rituals and the meaning that settles into them over time. The top pieces stay grounded in ordinary acts and repeated routines, letting winter shape the work through pace, attention, and restraint.
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