Discarded PlaythingA Poem by Sahara Mist“You want a baby, don’t you?” That’s what you’d say every time Though I doubt you ever wanted one “Maybe it’ll help if you….” Yet another line you’d eject… …implying it’s my fault… …when you couldn’t achieve an erection I was never good enough unless I looked like a fashion model… …a Barbie doll And like a plaything I was put on a shelf after you were done with me My pleasure never mattered My emotions were muted… …an inconvenience And when someone “better” came along I was trash you discarded in a heartbeat © 2017 Sahara Mist |
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1 Review Added on May 28, 2017 Last Updated on May 28, 2017 Tags: rape, abuse, life, depression AuthorSahara MistAboutI'm a awkward girl who is quite immature though very shy and usually afraid to talk to people. more..Writing
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