please don’t steal my girlhood
a poem about stolen girlhood
please don’t steal my girlhood and label me a whore you seem to think i only had one flower but i promise my garden harbors more and i will give you them all will that change your mind? will i then be pure again in your eyes? no? you never loved me? heart shaped, rose quartz glasses shatter the world is darker now tainted by blood dripping down adolescent thighs