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Playing a man: bravado matching can-do ego with being strong in word and deed. Within ... he curls up in tears. Playing a woman: so feminine soft hands, soft voice, being kind and nice. While inside ... a storm rages. Playing grown-up to protect and defend their children. But they've forgotten to play when abused by the priest or the cell mate, left to live out their fate, they pretend to forget. But look, there, he's beating her as she uses a frying pan to strike out in violent forgetting of the children within their soul. Playing grown-ups hide secrets as murder happens, fires burn, suicide lives collide, while abused children abuse children and no one is playing.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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