Pisaries Creator

Mama told me not to be afraid.
She did not tell me how it would linger. 
And by it, I mean the betrayal. 
She never told me how to forgive myself.
That night my innocence was taken away.
I cried silently the next day, alone.
His words found a home in my soul.
The meaning was loud and clear.
I did not belong to myself.
Mama told me there was nothing to protest.
And by nothing, I mean my protruding belly.
The vacancy in my heart could never be filled again.
She never told me how to embrace this horror.
When my baby cried every night, I was alone.
The reality came and never left.
Her words haunted me until my baby’s last breath.
They were never my family.