there is a danger to dismissing history
and we will be the price bloodied
folded over ourselves
i know, at least, that she was ripe
full of not a hardened pit like me
for so long
but hopes that began and ended
seven times over
once this time when we had a nice computer and i was not so nice to myself i photoshopped my face turning muddy hazel eyes to blue turning...
i unloaded the dishwasher that morning and then i went to therapy and unloaded on this new doctor and she said, perhaps, maybe, possibly my...
a young girl watches her mother faint from lack of food not because the fridge is empty but because her mother chooses to leave her belly...
i knew enough to know abuse was someone pounding their fists into someone else and i knew enough to know the domestic violence shelter was...
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