Thursday, April 14, 2011

sometimes there is a hateful story


A History

Warily I wander~ the peripheries
Fearful, tearful, discouraging----family
Blankly, dankly, disregarded ----peers.
Holes like a a sieve within my soul-


Leaving physically unthwarted, but condemned at every turn
Mentally unsupported I went away in shame.

Who
do you
think
you
are?

College like a tourniquet
blissfully stopped the bleed.
Honing approachability on the edge of a knife.
The dread that they might know
That I was nothing more than the desperate girl from a mangled family.


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