Bond street calls
Kick ball games
And roaring lung thunder
Sneakers pounding pavement loudly
She was hiding in the bushes giggling
No one even knew she was still missing
Couldn't talk without tongue twisting
Glued to the staircase hanging upside down by bat feet
Knowing the whole time she could slip & crack her head opened
Just like the time she fell off the clothesline....
Or did it just come untied again?
Who knows
Maybe it was just shitty timing
Either way, her mother was crazy blinding
Yelling about the neighbors
And being one of the loudest
YOU ARE READING
This is my truth
Non-FictionMy life has been an intense journey from a little girl who was beaten down and abused into believing that she was worthless, to a woman at 43 years of age who is still desperately searching for who she truly is. I found her though. I did. And she wr...
