christina clemente Poems

MY FIRST TIME WAS SPECIAL ALRIGHT
HE MADE ME FEEL SPECIAL.
HE MADE ME SMELL SPECIAL.
THERE WAS BLOOD DRIPPING FROM MY INNER THIGH AND ON HIM.
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I WRITE FOR ME.
I WRITE HIM.
I WRITE FOR THEM.
I WRITE FOR THE INSLAVED CHILDREN.
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To the man my heart aches over i want to take the time to say thank you.
Thank you for the sleepless nights
Thank you for the non-stop crying episodes i have to deal with on a daily basis
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In my life war is yelling at each other, calling each other stupid for no reason.

Not that there is a reason in the first place.
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HE USED TO HIT HER IF LIFE DIDN’T GO AS HE PLANNED.
HE USED TO LOVE HAVING SEX WITH HER.
HE USED TO LOVE TO GET HER PREGNANT WITH HIS DAUGHTERS HOPING FOR A BOY AND SIX DAUGHTERS AND FOUR ABORTIONS LATER HE REALIZED HE DIDN’T WANT HER.
HE DIDN’T WANT HIS DAUGHTER’S MOM.
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You've struggled to be the best version of you.
You've been through so much over the years to forget.
Wham! ! ! It hits you like the smell of urine baking on NYC summer streets.
He's here and he knows who you are now.
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It's been a long time since I've seen this side of you.
It's the side no one likes.
The one that scares me.
It's been a long time since I've seen this side of you.
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I hate what ifs.
What if we stayed in contact?
What if we went out?
What if we were meant to be?
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I HATED IT BECAUSE IT WAS SO COMPLEX
I HATED IT BECAUSE THERE WAS ALWAYS SOMEONE EAGER TO TRY IT IN THE CLASS.
I HATED IT BECAUSE THERE WAS ALWAYS SOMEONE TOO IGNORANT TO PAY ATTENTION TO IT CLOSELY.
I HATED IT BECAUSE I COULD NEVER UNDERSTAND IT.
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