I wish I was there to pry his reptilian fingers away
When they slid round your unready frame.
I wish I had told you.
This time isn’t the right one.
Wait first ‘til you’ve
unearthed a treasure.
Someone who knows your form is a temple for love.
Not an ornament for his basest ego.
And I would tell you this
Not because you must fashion and maintain
A facade of ‘innocence’, as this world loves.
But because your body is your own prize. Not his.
It is for you to cherish and teach others how to.
But even if I had spoken, you would not hear me
Because this is a world that eats diamonds. And souls
And it shouts loudest with its demands.
Mine is already half consumed. I’ve accepted
Our daughters could be giants.
But they must bow down.
To fit in.
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