Golden Poet for June '10
Pain I feel
I am used
I am abused
My little body taken
When I didn’t want it to be.
I hate my body-I want to die
Pain I feel
Myself I have abused
The need to hide is great
To go undercover
To change what is
For what is wished for.
Pain I still feel
But when you fuck me
It won’t be me you see.
Pictures I have to cover me
Tattoos that hide what I am
You see what I want you to.
You don’t know me.
You won’t know me.
That makes me in control.
Behind these pictures
Behind these beautiful, colorful walls
I can live
I can take the pain.


















































































































