I was born,
and I would leave my first home into the arms of my abuser.
I would be thrown, and groped and tugged and yanked by men my whole life,
as if drawing my timeline with their own hands.
My learning has been cut into three,
My life with men
My life without
And then my life forgiving myself.
21 years of learning and unlearning my narrative.
Most importantly, understanding that this narrative IS my own.
21 years from leaving one home, to open the curtains,
wash the years of stains
and learn to love my forever home.
Myself.
and I would leave my first home into the arms of my abuser.
I would be thrown, and groped and tugged and yanked by men my whole life,
as if drawing my timeline with their own hands.
My learning has been cut into three,
My life with men
My life without
And then my life forgiving myself.
21 years of learning and unlearning my narrative.
Most importantly, understanding that this narrative IS my own.
21 years from leaving one home, to open the curtains,
wash the years of stains
and learn to love my forever home.
Myself.