Running

I'm sick of the cruelty
that consumes him
I'm sick of the cruelty
being directed at me
I'm sick of the cruelty
that never seems to fail him
I'm sick of not speaking up
I'm sick of not standing up
I'm sick of not doing anything to stop him
to stop his cruelty in its tracks
so I am running, running away
to Tiburon, South Carolina
to the one place where my mother
might still stay, waiting for me
waiting to comfort me





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