i am fortunate
I am fortunate.
That my parents broke glass,
put holes in the wall,
but didn’t touch me.
I am fortunate.
that my break downs never occurred,
in public.
I am fortune.
That the bullies only used
words,
rumors,
and Isolation.
Not physical violence.
I am fortunate.
That when he screamed,
cursed,
and threatened,
after the demons left his eyes
he said I love you.
I am fortunate.
that when they took things to far,
even though I said no,
that I left with no bruises,
and they sent flowers.
I am fortunate.
that everyday,
there was food on the table,
and $20,000+
worth of credit card debt,
in my parent’s name.
I am fortunate.
that I work 79 hrs a week
every summer,
instead of having college loans.
I am fortunate.
That my scars,
are only whispers on my wrists,
instead of large jagged lines.
I am fortunate.
To wake up everyday intact,
even though,
somehow,
I can’t find a smile.
I am fortunate.
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