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Skin






After I was molested/
I'd come to know whether/
Or not I would be broke, festering/
Or if my sole pleasure/
Would be to not choke every/
Time he came around, I was so sheltered/
By the cold weather/
That love wouldn't clothe severed/
Limbs, amputated/
After patient/
Dancing, waiting/
For the foreboding entrance/
Of arose questions/
Like why'd you do it/
Were you alright through it/
Whyd you hide truth when/
I cried, rumin-/
Ating on the times, rooms and/
Denied clueless-/
Ness on these kinds of movements/
A child zoomed a-/
Way from quite ruthless-/
Ly, and to my students/
Studying these words, I'm the light proving/
You can/
Survive too if/
You dig deep and slice, booming/
Your voice, cause I've used it/
To strengthen myself, the tide's boosting/
Me up, and if you write to me/
I'm happy saying/
That I'm saving/
Others from suicide, through these/
Lines clueing/
You into divine music/
And to my detractors/
Reacting/
In deep packs of/
Steep madness/
Whenever I speak about this/
Seek counseling/
For your supreme fascist/
Beliefs mani-/
Festing from the peaks of mountains/
Populated by idiots gasping/
For air and relief after/
They remove their heads from their stink asses/
For you I'll keep captioning/
This close/
Cause I know/
You're there, sheep gathering/
At my watering hole, I hear the bleats, baa's and/
Weak capit-/
Ulations, you had me standing/
Out in the cold for weeks, asking/
You for complete answers/
But you instead beamed at me/
And stayed asleep happy/
Until I unleashed havoc/
Then had your knees rattling/
And you could be bothered to do more than sneeze at me/
This was never for you, but the silent victims/
That were crying within/
Stifled simply/
Because their truths were denied and tipping/
Over, leaving them writhing, shifting/
Inside their skins and/
Sliding, drifting/
Towards maniacal instance/
If I can lift them/
Up with surprising quickness/
By sharing my experience/
It's my decision/
And if you dont like it, lick it/
Like I did when this/
Vile shit was/
Done to me, find forgiveness/
Despite your feelings/
Towards me, better yet try religion/
But dont be violent hidden/
Behind the thickets/
Of monitors/
And naughty words/
You whining kittens/

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