Tag: Child abuse

They Call Us Crazy

He likes me when I’m on mute. When I agree and nod, letting his stories bolster a self esteem we both know doesn’t exist. He likes me swallowing pills. Regulated by their chemicals, delicately balancing forth the rage and upheaval created in memories. I don’t have the control over the memories. The tiny shrapnel stuck eternally in my crevasses. I…

I Am My Own Sovereign

*This piece was originally featured on SisterWives.  At 34 years old, I still flinch when a man yanks his belt through the loops of his pants. The clattering sound a buckle makes causes every muscle to tense up. Each time, I feel the fear. I’ve reconciled this feeling will never go away. One feeling finally did stop after three decades.…

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