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you took the only thing that was mine to give away.
i would pray that it was only i you treated this way.
use me up until i have no feeling.
so hurt inside i didnt want anyone to see me.
i had to protect my cousins and sister from having their innocense taken.
because of my silence weak is how i was mistaken.
no matter what there was strength building inside of me.
one day knowing i would escape my misery.
no longer will i hear that no one loved me.
it was all too clear to me.
i was an invisible child.
i fought for my life for you to abuse me.
fuck my virgin pussy until i bled.
i was ugly.
tarnished.
damaged.
vulnerable.
my eyes bleed tears from throughout the years but my sockets were dry.
no one would ever see me cry.
i didnt want to be that weak little girl anymore.
so all of my emotions i pushed in a closet and locked the door.
i didnt want to hurt anymore.
my wounds oozed with infection.
i cried every night for god to take me from this.
i could not understand why he granted me life for this.
i was here to be my own souljah.
fighting my own battles.
the adults did not question why when i was told to go play with you i began to cry.
they didnt notice that they were giving me to you for you to take pieces of my soul.
you ruined me.
you dirty son of a bitch now i am broken.
teaching myself how to love.
how to feel human.
i hated you for so many years.
i didnt want to admit that i got pleasure at what a failure you became.
i made excuses why you did this to me.
you were broken too and someone took something from you.
i dont want you to control me anymore.
no longer will i be your little whore.
giving myself in sacrifice for the other little girls in my life.
praying that god would spare them from the life i was living.
hoping that me sacrificing my soul for them would make them happy.
i have a battered soul.
full of open wounds.
i dont want to be a souljah anymore.
didnt want me to birth my cousins child so finally it stopped.
at least 7 years of being your toy.
although it stopped still 17 years later free i am not.
i have to move past this and live my life.
open that closet and free my soul.
i cant carry these bags with me anymore.
©SOULBIRD
i would pray that it was only i you treated this way.
use me up until i have no feeling.
so hurt inside i didnt want anyone to see me.
i had to protect my cousins and sister from having their innocense taken.
because of my silence weak is how i was mistaken.
no matter what there was strength building inside of me.
one day knowing i would escape my misery.
no longer will i hear that no one loved me.
it was all too clear to me.
i was an invisible child.
i fought for my life for you to abuse me.
fuck my virgin pussy until i bled.
i was ugly.
tarnished.
damaged.
vulnerable.
my eyes bleed tears from throughout the years but my sockets were dry.
no one would ever see me cry.
i didnt want to be that weak little girl anymore.
so all of my emotions i pushed in a closet and locked the door.
i didnt want to hurt anymore.
my wounds oozed with infection.
i cried every night for god to take me from this.
i could not understand why he granted me life for this.
i was here to be my own souljah.
fighting my own battles.
the adults did not question why when i was told to go play with you i began to cry.
they didnt notice that they were giving me to you for you to take pieces of my soul.
you ruined me.
you dirty son of a bitch now i am broken.
teaching myself how to love.
how to feel human.
i hated you for so many years.
i didnt want to admit that i got pleasure at what a failure you became.
i made excuses why you did this to me.
you were broken too and someone took something from you.
i dont want you to control me anymore.
no longer will i be your little whore.
giving myself in sacrifice for the other little girls in my life.
praying that god would spare them from the life i was living.
hoping that me sacrificing my soul for them would make them happy.
i have a battered soul.
full of open wounds.
i dont want to be a souljah anymore.
didnt want me to birth my cousins child so finally it stopped.
at least 7 years of being your toy.
although it stopped still 17 years later free i am not.
i have to move past this and live my life.
open that closet and free my soul.
i cant carry these bags with me anymore.
©SOULBIRD
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