Stories Like Ours

Dissociated, translucent often I feel
lost and confused...
trying hard to heal
broken inside...

But outside you see
cracks smoothed over...
where I try to find me
silent tears come...

I feel overwhelmed
a minute to myself...
in my own arms
I'm held...

I didn't ask to be raped
by men known or not..
I've been a receptacle
for their filthy lot...

Back in my childhood
they targeted me...
destroying my essence
I couldn't be free...

Pimps take you round
in backs of cars...
deliver us to men
in stories like ours...

You've got an hour
with her mate...
disgusting men will be told
while they hold you by the collar
before your fate unfolds...

They come to collect you
but you never know the truth...
hypnosis is used
Undue Influence controls you...

They take their pick
from women and girls...
for these disgusting men
their fantasy unfurls...

These dark deeds
go deeper
this is my truth
evidence is needed and
I am my proof.

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