Tag: domestic abuse survivor
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[i ask myself]
I’ve turned over every stone,counted every crack in the walls of memory—still no answer. I’ve read the words until they blurred,marked the places they lied,where I begged for truth and found silence instead. But the question stays.It hums beneath my skin,it drips through the cracks of every sleepless night: Why? Why did they choose ruin…
amelia james poetry
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[circus]
Every time you call me crazy,I hear the sound of a gong,and there you are,the ringmaster in your circus,twisting the truth into contorted shapesand selling the lie like candy. You spin your tales,as I sit in the center,trapped in a cage of your design,with a spotlight burning me alive.You call me crazy,but what does that…
amelia james poetry
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[all i had]
You wouldn’t know what a real man looks like, you said. How could I… when the only example I had was you? -Amelia James
amelia james poetry