Once again, you don’t tell me.
Hurt, pain, is it remembrance or
Trauma coming to light again.
Rising in suffocating humiliation.
All you had to do was tell me.
Tell me it hurts, how you take
The sample, but your privilege
Kept it a secret, and now I’m hurt.
I’ve been here before, claim it.
Name it out loud, and it’s power
Once again is gone, it’s a process.
So, be kind, share what you do.
Give me warning and I don’t have
To feel this way once again.
Because you took, not gave.
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