This spring breeze

Feels like satin

Upon my skin

Creating peace

From within

 

But your words

Feel like pins

And swords

Pressed below

My chin

 

Whispering

Horrible things

That can ruin a child’s

Innocent pride.

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A mother told her child she wished she had an abortion out of anger. So her child felt those words engrave themselves upon her spine like brail.

*Pinterest Photo*

©aishaadamspoetry

Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.

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