You used
Pick- axe words
On my ice woman's body
Drilled;
Between my thighs
Whore
Between my temples
Murderer
Within my soul
Disgusting
You are the one who
Made me whisper like
My decision was poisen
'Please doctor
I need an abortion'
You, my mother
The ice creator
The ice breaker
Had the nerve to feel
Pleasure about
The ice daughter
You had manipulated with
A chisel tounge
And hammer fists
Call me a devil
Call me a devil
Call me a devil
Just to make me feel
Below your
Level
Me
The Ice Daughter
I'm full of holes
I'm a disaster
Destruction zone
But I'm a woman
In charge of my
Own
Fucking body
& now I'm out in the
Sun sun sun-shine
& you will be wrecked
To know
That the Ice did not penetrate
My flesh, soul or bone
The ice has melted
Now I'm free
My wings are a
Kaleidoscope of
Memories my life
Has coloured me with
My heart is not
Forgiving of you
Anymore
But that does not make
Me unkind
It means I'm finally
Not a doormat
For you to rub your
Boots in
I am a daughter
Without a mother
I am a daughter
Who has sacrificed
Enough of her life
To a mother's demands
I am a daughter
Who is finished with a mother
Stating that her daughter is
Not enough
I am a daughter
Without a ice mother
I am not defined as a daughter.
I am the entire family you took from
Me;
I am to myself the philosophies of
A gran, a sister, a niece, a nephew, an aunt, three uncle's and one mother-
That is not made from ice and fire.
~ ♡ ~
For this is my body and my body is my choice.
For this is my beautiful body and this is my life.
For this is my life and I am allowed to be loved and feel love.
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