Would It be wrong of me to describe my kind? Describe their colors from way deep inside... Would it be possible for me to reveal their dirt, the lies they told and the hurt they used to cover up? Is it normal for me to be surrounded by those who mean me no good, or is it safe for me to distance myself like I wished I could? These are the questions that approach my brain as I watched my father abuse my mother... as I watch my grandmother being verbally abused... as I punished myself for not fighting when I had the chance. As I listened to my mother scream at my father for being a liar and a cheater. Making people believe she was a saint. As I witness a bottle being thrown across the way hitting my mother on her forehead because anger got the best of them both.
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