Woke

Woke

Yolk

I cracked the shell

I'm gonna move on

Yo! I'm disgusted

Everytime he touches me

I'm sick to my stomach

I can't quite put my feelings to words

That eloquently or with the fervor

Of my feelings and emotions

I'm a sick sad human being

And no one understands me

I can't stand what I've grown accustomed

I don't know how to escape

I don't know how or what but just to leave

I can go but I don't know what is waiting

For me

Woke

Jokes

They've cracked my shell

And I'm too broke

Yo! I'm disgusted

I have to put up with all the sexual 

And physical abuse

Oh I'm so used to this

I wonder if I invite them

I'm tired of being touched

And my skin crawls like a roach or an ant

I can't even tell an uncle or an aunt

I'm used to it

I can't tell a cousin

They will just tell me, "You're crazy!"

I'm used to it

It is what it is

I can't escape my life

I'm used to it

So depression and madness

Is what is settling in to this life

I'm used to it 

I cannot play the victim

I know what is wrong with me

I have no where to go

And I can't let these things define me

I can't let them win

With these demonic things

I thank God

I'm not Hannibal Lector

Or a viscous monster

I thank God

For each day

But my days aren't looking better so far

I must pray harder and with more sincerity

I must let go of the illusion of what I know

So far I must pray to God

And take the steps while I'm wide awake

To get myself into safety

Before it's too late