He Asked Me To

He asked me to go down

He asked me to wash it at 3 years old
He asked me to lie on the garbage sack
At 4 years old

He grinded
on my little body

in the bed
when no one was around
Why was no one around

Mom?

He asked me to shake it
And he took it
Without a second glance

I was in the closet
I was in the tub
I was in the backseat

It was lost

Sneaking in
And out of windows

Riding on the back of
Bicycles
Like a child

But trying to be more
Trying to be seen

My emptiness
Was not
Evaded

That day
Or ever

It stuck to me
Like a parasite
Sucking me dry

I thought
Everyone could sense
That pain
I carried

That everyone could see
And feel
My
Shame

I share to feel
Less alone
I hope someone

Can feel
What I emit
That I no longer
Have to hide

I can walk
Free
When I

Carry my
Shame as a badge
Of honor

Versus
A sledgehammer

I release
So my
Cells
Can regenerate

I let go
So I can live

I create
So I can

Burn
Those
Motherfuckers
To
The ground

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