Borrowed, Broken, Bruised Poem by Grace Hoffpauir
Borrowed, Broken, Bruised
Scars and gashes
Not just the skin
But also within
All my heart
Is full of art
But you stole it
You stole me
Millions and millions of worth
Taken and never replaced
You didn't just buy me
You bought me
You broke me
You stole from me who I was
And in don't know how to repair on my own
The violence of the cruel act is well expressed and well recorded. You didn't just tell us that it hurt, you showed us just how much and where!
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9/18/2024 9:16:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Grace, let poetry mend your broken heart!