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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() [Content warning: domestic abuse] Mama, I feel like a stranger in my own house Tell me do you hear me now, can you help me out? I can trace every touch, every step, every breath we made Halls of this place heard his yells Walls of my room listened for my sobs Hope the brackish tears make the memories fade Been gone for so long, I forgot I ever left
Let me leave again, before I say some things I won't regret I'm sorry you raised me like this Pain a pill will never truly fix He's lucky there are still days I love him Sometimes simple is as good as it gets Mama, I feel like a stranger in my own house Empty but still my voice is small We cried behind doors Secrets untold, I did not unfold Curled up bruised, I could nearly taste these floors Close to my sisters as we hold each other From right here I can clearly see their bright red cheek color His number was up But still I see him in others faces Pieces of my youth scattered Broken like a shattered window, incomplete Mama, I feel like a stranger in my own house Don't let him get me, got to keep my voice down Comments are closed.
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