Trauma Didn't Scream
Trauma Didn’t Scream
I know the roots of my family Are marked with scars From a demonic thirst, Drenched with boiled realities. I know the best of our twisted humor, And the jackson-polick splashing of rage. I know being victim and witness affected me. I can tell at least 9 therapists, And read their reactions, As though they were reading a book a book horrors. I grow and progress carrying my…
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