Have you seen her – the child we lost, the one who lost herself? born to a sister breasts not yet ripe for motherhood’s call
Category: abuse
Preposterous Business of Balance
I have tried to be pragmatic, to adopt a religious perspective, even found potential in support, driven myself to make peace be a model for
Damn Right, I’m Mad
Momma never taught me to respect myself, to value my femininity; she said: Boys will be boys, and girls, I heard, are entertainment, but I
Teach Her Well
(Poem inspired by previous post: Choosing Self Love ) A locked door a screaming sister a mother in despair a child rejected, scorned, neglected blames
Thwarted
Have been unearthing the boxes of my subconscious, clearing ill- cast tales, intent on an end goal – restitution at very least, but my sister,
Questing
Quiet! the oft heard command of childhood echoes inwardly as if our home was a library our privileges reduced to silent study – passes given
