I grew up on the fringes of civilized society

In gang infested neighborhoods

Amongst your unloved children

Precarious on the razor’s edge


Poverty is pervasive emptiness

Starvation in every sense

Some fill the void

With addiction

Or violence

I, chose to dream

Virulence pressed against the panes of my windows

And threatened to destroy

My home from within

But on and on I slept

Through every imaginable form of abuse

(Even unimaginable cruelty)

Breaking down

In every waking moment


I am not that strong

And I am not impervious

All these scars

Have worn me down

Down to




(I think this is the last of them. I’ve been preoccupied with the move lately so if I have forgotten something remind me)


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