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her kir royal stained her white dress
as she sat alone in a bar,
playing princess.
ready to go home
with any man who would choose
her for the night,
to love or abuse.
.
wasting her youth
and finite beauty
on soulless drunks,
who called her pretty.
.
why couldn’t her father
have spoken kind words?
to give her some small
fragment of self worth?
why couldn’t her mother
have held her close?
instead of calling her worthless
treating her as a ghost?
About the Creator
Kayleigh Fraser ✨
philosopher, alchemist, writer & poet with a spirit of fire & passion for all things health & love related 💫
“Darkness to me is like water to the sea”
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