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You ever been born unwanted?

Me neither.

I wasn’t born.
I was dropped like a cigarette.
Lit for someone’s pleasure,
stubbed out before I could burn.

My daddy hung himself in prison.
My mom disappeared like a ghost who got bored.
I grew up in ashtrays—
raped by the ones who fed me,
laughed at by the ones who didn’t.

I learned what love is:
Two bucks, a motel, and a man who doesn’t look you in the eyes.

They called me a whore.
But they never called the buyers names.
Men lined up like it was communion,
and I gave them my body like bread,
my soul like wine—
until there was none left but blood. You want to talk about demons?
I met them. In their trucks.
Hands like meat hooks.
Mouths that said “you wanted this”
while they crushed my ribs.

So I stopped waiting to die. And I gave death a voice.
Mine.

One by one.
Seven men.
Seven mouths that will never call another girl “bitch” again.

And still… I’m the psycho.

Not the men who beat me.
Not the stepfather.
Not the ones who came for cheap sex and left behind bruises.

No. I’m the “crazy one.”

Then I met her.
Tyria.
A hand that didn’t strike.
A mouth that didn’t demand.
I thought she was a door out.
Turns out, she was a witness stand.

Love don’t live here.
Only survival.

They dressed me in chains
and called it retribution.
The court said “serial killer.”
I said “defensive retaliation.”

They never believed me.
But maybe that’s because I was never real to them.
Just a headline.
A mugshot.
A Lilith in lipstick.

I didn’t start the violence.
I just decided to end it.

Call me what you want.
Killer. Whore. Liar. Madwoman.
But when I died…
the world didn’t get safer.
You just buried another woman you didn't believe,
When she said a man raped her.

So go ahead.
Tell my story.
List every man I killed.
But don’t forget to mention The bastards that made me.