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A Poem Of Sexual Abuse
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A Trio Of Abuse Poems A hand touches,
goes to the wrong places.
Always friendly,
yet never is.
For that hand.
It leaves scars
and bruises.
Sometimes on the body,
but mostly on the spirit, soul,
and mind.
The friendly hand,
it causes fights,
it causes divorce,
causes suicide.
The friendly hand,
it belongs to aunts, uncles.
Mothers, fathers,
and everyone inbetween.
A hand touches,
goes to the wrong places.
Always friendly,
yet never is.
Dont let you,
or your loved ones
touch,
or be touched.
Unfortunately I can relate to this poem...
You did great at explaining the feeling. Thanks.
I read all three of your pieces mental,emotional and physical abuse.How god awful sad... I hope this did not happen to you. It happened to me when I was young so I can well relate to it. Very powerful truthful pieces. Great writes but very heart wrenching as well.....