Round
Soft
Small
Cuddles
Adore Able
Hazel eyes
White tuft
Nude
Wears pearls
Serious for one so small
She carries the weight of the world, they said
I absorbed the belief
Before I understood
Responsibility for you and everyone else
My duty
Taught the guilt
It tamed me
You never had to say a word
I was regulated by your training
Taller
Pixi cut
Clothed
Yellow umbrella
Hazel eyes
Deep pools
Spill over
Water falls
Cheek bones
Grief flows
Singing the blues
Down the garden path
Look after her
I absorbed the belief
My role
Little mother
Before my brain developed
Before I could think it through
Fabricated
This false identity
Constructed
Never had to say a word
Regulated by your training
Eight
Good girl
Daddy’s girl
Trying not to be a girl
Never mummy’s girl
Hazel eyes
Hide heartache
Abusive things stuffed deep inside
Fragmented
Facaded
Groomed
Sexualised
Man’s pleasure
Never asked
Regulated
Trained
Older
Shaved head
Sheer clothes
Raging
Hazel eyes
Hide scars inside
Do her smiles reach her eyes
Covered over
Sensitivity
Relentless positivity
Fake now
Heart guarded
Build up
Stored pain
Since life started
Who is this girl
A woman now
Femininity squeezed on down
Man’s world
Competitive
Seeks to find sedatives
Grownup
Long locks
Covered up
Seeking
Hazel eyes
See herself
Warts and all
Sadness swells
Given up
Surrenders
Feminine
Emotions flow
Truth is found
Changing
Be’s herself
Is herself
Open hearted
Humbled
Hazel eyes
Now see lies
Veil lifted
Clouds skud by
Clarity
View has changed
Finally
Reality
Eloisa, 6 August 2022, 5.45am
DEAR GOD... 