I was not always an angry girl
I was born into a house that held anger like hands and screamed so softly it felt like love
I was not always an angry girl
My fathers rage and my mothers pain made for a whirlwind of a woman
I was not always an angry girl
My house did not always shake with rage and my mother did not carry me for nine months filled with the knowledge her daughter would rage for more than she wouldn't
I wasn't always an angry girl
It has always been nature vs nurture
