I remember harsh words and misdirected responsesYou were my shelter but the cold followed us inside

Your children touched where they didn’t own and I said nothing

He took the only thing that belonged to me and you did nothing

You saw chores were not done and I said at the age of 11, I had a grown experience,

that your brother felt it was okay to penetrate little girls 

but you said I should have worn a different night dress

and that I should keep my truths to myself

I remember lost dreams, I remember friends turned enemies and I remember how my new guardians who had known me since the age of 7 failed to protect me.

I remember a lot and memory never fails but somehow I always forget to forgive