Every time I blink
you rape me again
filling my nostrils with
your alcohol stench.
There were no pictures
on the milk catrons
the day you took the child from me.
When I look at those posters
of missing children,
I can see me in them all,
like little sisters of innocence
confirmed to the future of
can't forgets.
If low esteem
and lack of confidence
were mesured in footsteps
then I could walk for miles...
But don't be perturbed with
this negativity,
it's not to be mistaken for
vulnabilty,
that was the child in me
now I am an adult..
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All my best wishes, Cyn 
