i wonder …
was it all a game to them…
that afternoon our house of cards
fell?
when my heart
was ripped like a playing card
as it tore
down streets on a green
skate board
AWAY
from a family who
thought it was
FUNNY
to pimp me
out
to old
men?
But then again…what
does it matter
who
they are …
or what
they think
I am?…
I am a 15 year old Queen of
my own heart…
who rolls
up and down streets
AWAY
from brothers who
want sex
from me… from old men
who
wait for me
in the
front room
so I guess
that
makes
ME
THE WINNER
…because …
it’s not about the filth
I was dealt
BUT
about getting my card
OUT of
it’s game…
I am a 15 year old Queen of my own heart…
so as soon…
as I can get off this
skateboard …MY
LAUGHTER
WILL
float
like shredded incest cards…
CONFETTI
WILL
WAVE
goodbye
as I skate
…AWAY…
to lands where sisters are
NOT
tucked into brother’s
beds
(Never say die … Kae:)
Moccasins at Meadow Arc 
You subtly touch the reality of a world where the biggest question is ‘Whom do we trust?’
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Perhaps unintentionally I did:)… thanks for your perspective 🙂
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Goodness, this is very good. It knocked the wind out of my sails.
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Thanks:)
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This is a badass poem!!! I relate. I connect. I feel it. I love it. Because the truth is so powerful! Way more powerful than their monsterous ways
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:)… thanks
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