I wonder what it feels like to be you,
To experience the level of pain that have had to endure.
To live the life that you lived.
To have the daughters that you did.
To see the mistakes that we have made,
Despite any warnings that you had tried to give.
To watch us throw away our favor,
For the love of love and sex.
To watch a man take over our bodies.
An urban exorcism.
We are phantoms of
The little girls that you birthed.
What does it do to your heart
When you hear how we valued ourselves
Based on the appeal
Of what is between our legs?
How did your heart survive
To see us weighted down?
Carrying the seeds of someone
Who would never consider us as family?
How did you soul…
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