From the first remembered breath,
I was running to escape.
I didn't need a map.
It didn't matter which direction.
It hurt too much for any fool to stay.
I'm still running fast and hard,
but I'm hardly moving now.
Til this day, the silence deep within
howls as cruel as anything from hell.
I don't know what was worse there;
the abuse and torture that prevailed ?
Or the culture of denial of those folks,
who saw fit to brand me as the villain.
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