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I Don’t Remember

I Don’t Remember

Trigger warning. This poem contains a traumatic event. I don’t rememberthe first three years of my life.But my gut remembers.My heart knows the truth. Frozen terror within.Terrified of daddy-Monster,the volcano in my home.I must hide from him, but I can’t. One simple...
Petty Retaliation

Petty Retaliation

I was fourteenand sick of daddy-Monster’s violence.I did not know who I was.I had heard too many lies. Too many beatings.Too many slaps across the face.Too many unpredictable eruptions.Too much terror. Too much ridicule.Too many disparaging comments.Too many hostile...
Bridge of Light

Bridge of Light

The space between “Me” and “I am”Is the place where wrong meets don’t belong.Self and identity, privileges deniedI struggle to breathe and learn to hide. Here on the shore of a foreign seaBuried treasure revealed at low tide sweepStarving gull pecks at scraps and...
How Ironic

How Ironic

Mother: “I would have had an abortion if I had known.” (You are not supposed to be here.) Father (after saying I will come home if he promises not to hit me): “I will not be blackmailed.” (Do not forget. You are not supposed to be here.) Husband: “No one wants to hear...
Vegetable Garden

Vegetable Garden

(This  is about a person and a learning experience which offered me comfort, calmness, and life skills.) Comfort was very difficult to find in my mother's house. For just the two of us were living there most of the time, it always felt chaotic and tense. I cannot...
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