Nineteen years I had to count
before I began to grasp my own worth.
A silent girl with a porcelain face,
desperation plain for all to see,
though nobody said a word.
The sexualized child keeps her silence,
the neglected girl pretends it’s okay.
Black and blue were the bruises
that circled my neck like vultures,
but pride always held me back
until I found steel beneath the porcelain.


Love Games

Tell me your secrets and spell out your dreams,
carve out your heart and present it to me,
I’ll give you aloofness without giving a care
nobody promised that love would be fair.
You, my dear, you’ve played this game,
hold back your cards or suffer the shame.
To admit ardor is to accept defeat
your aim is to bring me to my knees.