Something I Said

Something I said, in memory,

Something that haunts me every day,

As I look back on tempestuous times.

Times of strife, chaos, disorder, conflict.

Times of sadness, anger, violence.

Those days are not my fondest.

Growing up in my mother’s home,

We argued, we fought, we shouted,

There were hurtful experiences to be sure.

And on those days, when the tension

Boiled over into an expression

Of hit and miss, chase and tag, and

The belt would come out. Oh, the belt!

Those times I would run to the front door,

Unlock it as fast as I could, and run

Down the sidewalks and across

The streets of my neighborhood,

In my socks, or barefooted,

In the rain sometimes, or after dark,

To my friend’s house, where I could cry,

And then relax and forget, and then

I could be safe again, and then,

My mom would call, to check to see

If I was there, and she would say

I should come home. And when

I was sure the storm had passed,

I would go home again.

Thailand

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Clash bang stifle swing
Drop dank doom dapple
Blood dip zoom rip
Tangle bow envelope

Tip swipe baffle whack
Cringe kick cleats quit
Running screaming
Hiding hoping praying

Giving sparing mercy
Mop clean wash sanitize
Heal suture thread close
Swallow drink cook heat

Wrap cover warm soothe
Peace generosity charity
Love blessing forgive
Friends enjoy justice.