Traumas
I come from broken glass and tv shows.
From love filled lies and budweiser cans.
Police Lights and Shouting.
I am from broken vows.
Loving spouses, that left and didn’t come back until the next day.
I come from dead grandparents and tears.
Hospice Hours and Hospital visits.
Crosses and Blessed Oil.
I come from forced religion, the holy trinity.
Broken Promises and Grieving fathers.
Long school days with no friends, like movies without popcorn.
I come from teen pregnancy and fighting to get a degree.
I come from success and pain.
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