When the hit stained my cheek, I stood rooted in place.
When the poisonous words branded my heart, I stood rooted in place.
When the neglect burrowed deep into my spirit, I stood rooted in place.
When the war was against me, I stood rooted in place.
When I left, I kept the door open a crack.
A pre-emptive measure for when I return. I knew I would return.
Return to the stained cheeks.
Return to the poisonous words.
Return to the neglect.
Return to the war.
Return to the family that never made me feel loved.
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