Porcelain

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.

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