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Poetry & Art

I Had No Choice

Pressing your body against mine, 

I was younger than nine. 

 

You asked if I liked it,

I kept quiet,

Pinned in silence.

 

My parents left home, 

Leaving me alone, 

with your lap that you viewed as a throne.

 

I had no choice,

I was too little,

with no voice.



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