………………………………………………… |
ONE OF THOSE I am one of those. I am one of those people whose parents hit her for no rhyme or reason. I shaved my legs, I died my hair, I spilt a glass of milk. I was too fat, too thin, too pretty, too ugly…. I just was. And through the looking glass of my television set I knew that they should not hit me. I knew that I was inherently right and they were just plain wrong. But what was I to do? I needed them. I wanted to be just like everyone else and for that I got hit not once, not twice, but more times than I can count, more times than I can remember. Then one day the pain stopped. That was the day I knew I needed them to survive. And so I forgot the beatings and awoke each day all brand new, fresh faced, wide eyed and hopeful, but the cycle continued. I got hit, I got spanked because…. The mornings I found were soothing and calming filled with promise But…. If a cloud of rage came over my parents and colored their day, my life…. Smack! Flesh hitting flesh, a sound I forgot, but my body aches, my heartaches. I ache. I can’t seem to not ache but I cannot feel the pain.
|
………………. |
Recent Comments