LEAVES The man of my dreams is finally holding me close Although sometimes i get his hands confused for another Not so kind hands With knuckles so strong they broke my spirit Callouses so rough they cut my skin to the white meat So deep, I’m afraid they’ll never heal My virgin Skin was not ready And he did not care And I could not handle it. So I bought a big jar and put it right here Inside the jar were all the tools used against me Each capable of leaving permanent marks Marks that I thought made me Me The trauma Both told and untold The Love Both given and received And The Neglect. Over time this filled all the way to the top. Bursting at the seams You could see it all over my face Mixed and mangled together I ran into the rain and begged God, “Why?” When I showed the jar to my father he said, “I’m sure this is what you wanted.” And my mother agreed. So I smashed that jar like a piggy bank and cashed out On therapy and a lil bag of goodies. Spending all of it on me, myself, and the girl whose virgin skin had been scarred. ... His hands still haunt me but I am Thankful for my own With knuckles strong enough to pick my own damn self up Strong enough to break that jar Nails so sharp they tear up anything in my path to peace Peace of mind, body, and soul So here’s a piece of my mind I’m not going apologize to anyone For how I chose to fix what he broke. But I will say thank u. Thank u, next to my ex Cuz without him we wouldn’t have this poem. ~ For Your Ears:
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