Never Easy

Like cocoa on a cold day

And bubbles for a bath

childhood should be

 sweet and comforting

Her story is neither

she’s been beaten by life

Daddy’s touches were never fatherly

Mommy’s words hit harder than an Ali uppercut

They call her legs cause she is a legacy

the same legs that easily slide apart for men

 used to traverse many a street while she searched for food

tummy bloated with her parent’s lack of care

her edges have been honed sharp by the type of parenting never talked about

They call her legs cause they’re toned like Flo Jo’s

and always shown off by shorts or tiny skirts

she never ran track but she’s always running

from her parents, her men, and her nightmares

she used to get teased at school by kids who called her easy

how could they know that her life has been anything but easy

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