instead of who you said she could…
She put pen to paper
Then ran the water from the pipe
Watched it drip down the river into the drain
She imagined her thoughts as they washed away
Disappearing like the sun
On a cold wet day in the rain
Her masked conscience muddled as it were
Torn and tattered her scars found out
That knife he used is all such a blur
She took out another sheet
The same as before
This time she won’t stop until it’s complete
Tell your story every last word
They’ve been waiting on you
Eagerly and patiently for you to be heard
Save that one, yes her and another
She belongs to you too
Remember you’re her mother
Teach the youngsters from what you know
To walk away and save themselves
With you they have room to grow
Stand proud confident and true
Lift your head up she said
His shit don’t belong to you
✍🏼🧝🏻♀️
The Whole Cookie 