#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
The emotional scars that have made me question if I'm enough as a woman
Because of the physical torture bestowed by a man.
My brother? Now my lover?
For he was like a brother to me, from this horrendous memory will I ever be free.
Maybe I shall maybe I won't but the slate and chalk will forever know
© Alloy Reid