For the sake of confidentially I guess I'll call you "George"
I took the fire you burned me with and arisen from the ashes like a Phoenix.
On and off for two years, you verbally abused me. It was never excessive, so that's probably why I was naive, and I just let it go on (that and I lacked self-love). I use to make excuses for how you treated me. When someone throws a fist at you, it hurts. I've never been physically beaten…
As I sit staring blankly at the screen, I find myself reflecting over the last few months that have evolved into the turbulent last few years and even further back, into an introspective study of every, last crystallized shard of childhood innocence shattered—scattered—and embedded within adolescent wounds left to fester long into adulthood scars that cannot be healed by simply kissing them better.
I lament over growing up in a Black Community that has…
Added by Robust on February 2, 2017 at 2:12pm — No Comments