What To Do? Poem by Spunky Minx

What To Do?

My hands sting,
My legs still tremble,
There's nothing here
for me to cling.
So, nails blackened,
Lips bitten,
I peel my skin to clean,
Get hardened,
Be meeker.
I look up behind me
and I'm weaker.
I look up to god yet I'm stuck.

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