least of these

I am broken
years of words
of 
sticks and stones
they wounded me
you did

My womb is broken
years of stuff
too
painful to speak
they wounded me
you did

I am scarred
years of pins
of
forks and knives
they wounded me
I did

I am wounded
but will rise
up
to take my place
be love-ed me
God does.
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