December
Friday the 13th
My favorite number
The last full moon of the decade
My birthday
My freedom
A breath of relief fills my lungs as I exhale the toxicity leaps from my tongue
23 a year of lessons learned so many scars that were burned
Reopened hidden wounds
I shut myself down became a cocoon
I lost pieces of myself along the way
Some were given some were stolen and some were ripped straight from my heart
I could not find a break away
I was used, tortured and bruised
Lost you, myself and my mind was left confused
Mistakes were made times were rough
I didn’t know when enough was enough
Mental, emotional, and sexual abuse
My body wasn’t my own anymore
So I stopped fighting what was the use?
I tried to die more times than once
I blamed myself for being raped
Let me say that again I blamed MYSELF for being raped
I let myself be manipulated and played for months on end
I missed you. I thought we could be friends.
I put myself in a box and locked it away
Hoping it could be unlocked some day
Friday the 13th
The last full moon of the decade
My birthday
Was that day
A nose piercing helped me break free
Somehow that was the key
You see I made the decision to get one because my body is my own
I don’t belong to anyone
It reminded me that I am whole
I am me my body is mine no one can confine
No one has the right to steal, touch or graze my skin
I know who I am within
I’m finally whole and me again
Who knew one needle could change everything
Who knew a piercing could bring back my freedom.
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