My two best friends the summer I was fourteen were Sarah and Billie. Sarah and I were at Billie's house and we were getting ready to walk down to the deli for a soda one hot saturday. In the family room, Billie's dad stopped her and asked where she was off to and when he saw she had on makeup he started yelling and calling her names. What is that shit you have on your face he screamed, you look like a whore. Sarah and I froze. Billie stood silent for a moment in the blast of his words, then ran. Sarah and I fled with her out the back door and we didn't stop for two blocks. No one said anything. When we hit the deli, we bought some candy bars and a couple a sodas. Sarah and I kept the owner busy while Billie got a pack of smokes from the vending machine.
We traipsed over the to elementary school and sat against the wall in the shade, eating and smoking.
"Someday my real dad is gonna come get me," Billie said.
"I know," I answered.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Emotional Abuse - a different kind of pain
some people think
that if you haven’t been punched then you are ok but i’m not ok oh no i don’t think i’m ok
i am not covered in bruises my ribs are not broken my hair has not been pulled from my scalp and I have no black eyes or split lips for you to see
i do not wear dark glasses or lots of makeup or a big hat or long sleeve shirts to hide my marks from your prying eyes
some people think that if your hands are not bound and your feet are not shackled and your windows are not barred then you are free to go free to go but you can’t go
some people think that i have it all together my life looks good from the outside and i get good grades in school and study all the time and i want to be somebody
but really i am just a fake i know it’s empty inside yeh it’s all empty inside i’m all empty and i wonder who i am who am i and why do i smile for you when i really want to scream and i want you to tell me where to find anything anything anything
that matters
some people think
they know everything but
they don’t know anything at all no nothing at all
about me
that if you haven’t been punched then you are ok but i’m not ok oh no i don’t think i’m ok
i am not covered in bruises my ribs are not broken my hair has not been pulled from my scalp and I have no black eyes or split lips for you to see
i do not wear dark glasses or lots of makeup or a big hat or long sleeve shirts to hide my marks from your prying eyes
some people think that if your hands are not bound and your feet are not shackled and your windows are not barred then you are free to go free to go but you can’t go
some people think that i have it all together my life looks good from the outside and i get good grades in school and study all the time and i want to be somebody
but really i am just a fake i know it’s empty inside yeh it’s all empty inside i’m all empty and i wonder who i am who am i and why do i smile for you when i really want to scream and i want you to tell me where to find anything anything anything
that matters
some people think
they know everything but
they don’t know anything at all no nothing at all
about me
Labels:
abuse,
emotional abuse,
psychological abuse,
verbal abuse,
violence
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