Emmie/Emmellia Untitled Poem #11

He groomed me.
He molded me.
He sold me.
Why do you continue to ask
over and over
same questions
different ways
same answers
every time
right down
to the infliction.
Why do you need to torment 
what I would rather forget?
Hidden deep
stirring depths
dragon raised
dark hatred
tips of fingers to tips of toes
starved silhouette
through shadows
rapid memories
into mind
turning perversion
mind frothing insanity
inside out
blood flowing
ebbing away.
You think
you feel
I should care more
feel more?
Your society believes 
no matter provocation
I should bow
I should be thankful
Have you stood
grown men
budding nipples
do not sit
unless you too
have seen
have done 
the things forced upon me.
Defiance found
stand tall
protect at all cost
little girl
behind scarred door
locked with chains
at best
worst of the monsters
©January 26/21
Picture is my own

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

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