Poem: The last time I saw him

The last time I saw him I was defiant, “Children always love their mothers more,” I said to him while looking in his eyes. The last time I visited him in Maryland I took my 6 yr old son to meet him for the first and maybe the last time. He had been telling lies…

Poem: abuse cycle rinse don’t repeat

My sister bullied me she showed me who was alpha wouldn’t let me eat set me in my place patrolled my victimhood trained me in slavery and dominance because I was the mirror she hated. I detested her jealous surveillance but pitied her when I saw her degraded often by our father who whipped the…