By: Marshala Eady All the pain in my heart poisons my mind cripples my emotions and captures my pride I want to cry for help but instead I keep it all inside locked away with a key bottling up all the hurt others have inflicted on me the wicked thoughts alone come back to haunt me in my sleep they…
A poem I wrote for my mother this Mother’s Day 2017.
A special poem, for that special someone, on a special day.
This is for all the women who have ever been taken advantage of or sexually abused and never told a soul, or if you have and your voice wasn’t heard. Just know I hear you, and I understand.