Boy toy

book reading read blanket

So many abuses
they had many uses
for me
as a boy
I needed a toy
they needed me
so they could see
love was blind
innocence the guide.

I don’t even know
how to say
I used to go out
and play
but it’s not what you think
eventually
I ran away.

Books
I hid there to escape
and pages
turning
they could not rape
it’s the only time
I felt safe
to stay up late.

You say
it’s all about a father
his protection
role modeler
I say
it’s all about a mother
her love for me
sisters
brother.

And if I could go back
I’d grow up faster
become the master
rescue sisters
from angry misters
but here I am
still just a boy
recovering childhoods
grown men destroy.

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