Child Sexual Abuse #Q152

You prey on our innocence and devour us.
We’re scarred for the rest of our lives.
The memory is the wound. The trauma is the pus.
You could have instead killed us with knives.

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Cartwheel #Q96

The day I learnt to cartwheel, I found the joy of land.
My legs had supported me always, now it was the turn of the hand.
Till date I do cartwheels when I feel freedom and joy,
Life wants me to be a man. I still want to be a boy.

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