I Was Born a Woman

I was born a woman
I knew of my problems
that I saw the good in every soul
and failed to recognize the presence of evil
I knew of my problems
when my legs were pried open
and my favorite light blue jeans were
torn apart
sprawled out on
your greasy, stained carpet
I knew of my problem
when I begged for you to stop
and you replied by clasping your frozen hands
upon my mouth
and shoving your fingers so deeply
into my throat
I gagged
and you were able to keep silence
every word flashed back screaming that
I had to fix
I knew of my problems
I was born a woman

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