I Knew My Worth

Blood Into Ink


I knew my worth when I was hot as fuck and

boys all lined up to

pet my cleft at the blind side of the playground—

dirty fingers

mercifully uneducated in the intricacies of

female anatomy

I knew my worth when I was hot as fuck in

middle school, despite my flat chest and

highly guarded cleft—

face of Helen and an ass that wouldn’t quit,

by the gods, I knew my worth

I knew my worth when I was hot as fuck and

high school boys poorly educated in the delicacies of

female anatomy

petted my cleft with excavating fingers—

I sang hymns for my molested hymen

I knew my worth when I gave birth

two weeks before graduation, and I was in love;

my sweet babe, my savior—

she taught me the truth of my worth

(image: InStyle)

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Published by Kindra M. Austin

Author of fiction, poetry, and very sweary social commentary. Editor, and co-founder of Indie Blu(e) Publishing. Co-founder of Blood Into Ink, and Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen.

12 thoughts on “I Knew My Worth

    1. You’ve just made my heart burst with happiness. You are incredible, and so kind. Thank you, dear Candice. 💖💖💖💖


  1. Life will teach you if you want to learn or not….if the spirit is …….
    your on the fast track to life
    Beautiful piece Kindra
    Especially the visuals
    Of a cool school girl

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