Men only know how to love in clenched fists
I love you means spread your legs
while women can only be just a woman,
an object
i can still feel his presence anywhere I go
his breath is still on my skin
I can not love myself when loving something ended with assault
to live in this body means I will never escape a crime scene
the worst part is keeping this secret on my shoulders
most like he wouldn't let me move mine
I still wear the necklace around my neck of his handprints
afterwards I ruined my body like he did, blood down my bra
i never wear ponytails because it feels like the way he grabbed it
I threw away those clothes because they hold his guilt
I can't shower without a locked door
my mouth is a ghost town that I won't ever speak of
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