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My Infancy
Here I lie, in a bottom dresser drawer,
Alone but not alone,
Feelings of coldness, dampness, pain, fear
And death
No food, no milk, no warmth
My drink, human urine
From that fountain, that penis fountain
that enters my tiny mouth
Later that penis fountain also becomes known,
As a lollipop
I hear an angry voice
Suck, Suck, Harder, Harder
While the hair on my head
is grabbed and my face rammed
into that fountain, lollipop, penis
My mouth aches, my head hurts
I say nothing, express nothing
I just do.
A Canadian Child, December 2, 2002
Post script: This creative expression
was described by the author as "raw poetry" to reflect the
rawness of her healing wounds.
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