I am a woman.
People will know
My sins
Before they know
My name.
They'll see a crown of lies
Bowed before
These bloody hands
Long before
They hear the prayer
Or realize
The blood was mine.
They'll stone me for
The men I chased
As a girl
The beds I served
As a child
And the ghosts I run from
As a woman
But they'll never ask
If I was loved.
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Written in Red
PoetryA compilation of poetry I wrote during high school about sexuality, heartbreak, navigating the world as an autistic woman, dysfunctional families, grooming and abuse, and more.
