Girls

Geneva Switzerland, 2019

Let them come; the ones who look my name up

Only to see who’s face you once loved.

Let them – not consider the blood;

I spilled trying to satisfy your insecurity.

Let them see my eye’s as you try to bury me; Alive

Let them see the scar’s you afflicted onto,

My soul – Let them see the misery you caused

So effortlessly;

Let the girls come and see, who they could be

If they do not choose wisely.

And I will stand proud, with a river of tears

Washing off the blood as red as my absent ring; I still shed,

Killing all I once loved again, and again.

Let the girls come, and choose.

To be left misused, confused or free –

As I wish I could be.

Let them come and see the woman,

You forced me to become.

Let them see, how I have chosen complacency;

In my red sea parting away from you - Let them see.

So they don’t have to be – a bleeding woman like me.

- I am still hurting and unashamed to be.