Damaged Goods

Looking through decrepit eye lids, only to focus on a toothless smile gazing back at her, with the shattering realization that, the smile belongs to her.

Years of being abused, used and mistreated by the many men who, meticulousy leave radioactive venom flowing through a once whole and loving being.

Damaged first by daddy, sunbathing her in a plethora of sketchy stares, a touch here, a kiss there.

She felt like death desired to poison an innocent sheep.

Black rimmed eyes, long shadows and illicit moans, now accompanied by hellbound-hellhounds was her reality.

Demised long ago was her virginity...

Trying to put together abstract pieces of a life worth living.

Unapologetically she denounces the stigmatization that negate any possibility that she will remain damaged goods.

Shattering the indestructable security that surrounded the society in which she dwelled.

Unrehearsed she thrust her chin towards the heavens, accelerated by an awakening, she embraces forgiveness of herself and declines the monster that tried to impregnate weakness and poverty into her soul.

Unprecedented hurtles in her life, she decides to disseminate all negativities that were sure to be faced on her journey to Self Revelation.