Thanks to my innocence you so deftly pocketed, I took your hand and followed you into dark rooms time after time.
As a result of my home training, I respected my elders and did exactly as you asked, shedding my size 3T panties.
By reason of naïveté, it took years for shame to bruise where the trauma existed.
Without exception I kept your secret twisted in my heart until I noticed how fragile my own daughter was.
And in that instant blood turned into ink.
Considering the brokenness of my own body as a little girl, I was compelled to write your wrongs.
The wounds have festered and seeped. They have healed.
And the ink has dried.