My Childhood

Bio: Vita Clough is seventeen years old and lives in Oxford. She loves spoken word poetry, surrealism, Jean Coctueau films, and winter.

Cold judgmental glances
At the back of a blocked up hall
Skin cutting language
That fell off the lips of all
Thirteen she was and gangly
Ashamed, hurt and small.

She thought it was her fault
She thought she should have lied
In that hall he was celebrated
He had pushed his way inside.

This is how it has always been
And the way it should never be
A girl who cannot look at herself
And a boy who will be free.

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