Someone told us we don’t belong

Someone told us we don’t belong. So here we are. Unsent. Unbidden. A slovenly guest. Crashing an immaculate ball. Obscene. It’s like the first blow. Irrevocable. Irrevocable. Irrevocable. After that you will always be an abuse survivor. You can never go back. You will always bear that label. A camel through the eye of a needle? Try reentering the womb… So here we are. Rejection survivors. Fatherless.