Who I was

I think about it more often than I should

His hands , his hands , his hands and his hands

Touching things that don’t belong to him

Breaking things that weren’t made for him

2

I was 2

I have no idea who I could’ve been

Who I was meant to be

This can’t be it .... is it ?

I don’t care

I don’t care

I’m stronger

I’m a survivor

Right

So why do I still have nightmares

I see him , I see them in my dreams

All the power , none of the shame

I want to cry all the time but I swallow that shit

I don’t think about it

If I think about it , it’s real

the pains real

I don’t want it to be , I don’t want to be that little girl who was weak

I’m strong now

I don’t take no shit now

I protect me now

Try that shit now

14

I was 14

21

I was 21

I don’t want to be this broken person

I don’t want to be me

I want to be who I was meant to be

At 2

At 14

At 21

Before his hands , his hands , his hands , and his hands

Touched things that didn’t belong to them

Broke things that weren’t made for them