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I cry
as I lie in this- cage of sheets bound wrists and feet contemplate the twist of fate my- situation caused by the deviation from the path of the Holy and I coldly chastise me and excuse he who would violate with his hate I wonder- did I put up a fight, protest with might? or did I lead his greed to feed upon my inner need for validation, carnal salvation? my insecurity blinding me to the fire of your desire for control of my soul or at least my body as you rob me no regard for my spirit I scream, you don't hear it God speaks, you don't fear it the Truth, you push me near it I am not your property your power can't contain me your words do not shame me I refuse to blame me from the ashes I rise when the fires baptize reborn with new pride twice the size in the eyes of all who would marginalize my experience, my status my worth and my pain or label me victim for political gain survivor, triumphant these words I would choose because I broke the cycle defy all who abuse
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