SHEATH, the power in Me
He came back home
Drunk,
Filthy in urinated pants
He raped me once
I kept quiet
He came back home
High, floating in the air
His breath full of marijuana
So
He raped me again
I kept quiet
Till one day he came back home
With lipstick marks
Painting his white shirt on the collar
On his chest and on his arms
And a cologne that smelt so sweet
It filled our bedroom
And I rebelled
I had one sheath in my hand
One stuck on my forehead
One glued on my heart
That night I made it my night dress
My heart beat, my voice, my blood, my smile
Its the power in me
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