poems

Poem 3.

So, having a bit of a bad day... but I wrote a poem from it. What do you think?? To be sold is a pain I could never explain.Its a pain that has no words.These words could never touch the feeling of utter worthlessness that comes with being shown you can be sold for a… Continue reading Poem 3.

poems

Poem 2

So, I just wrote this, I was inspired by both personal experiences and something a fellow survivor wrote... I'm the girl you see in plain sight.I have a phone.I have a job I'm always early for.I'm the quiet girl who barely says a word.I'm the girl whose voice is barely above a whisper.I'm the girl… Continue reading Poem 2