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My village burned. I watched it curl to smoke. And when I cried for help, They all thought it was a joke. Mom moved north, married a Christian banker man. When I visit, I’m committed to giving my kids more freedom. My sister got high on **** Her body fading into a ghost. She might not even be alive She doesn’t pick up the phone. My brother says I’m just too much: too loud, too heavy, too proud and tear-stained. Every word a siphon on my veins. And Dad?              Where’s Dad?                                          Dad? Hiding behind his work. Emotionally phobic, Pretending my name is silence. Because I'm not compliant. He uses the tears of my grief, To wash his hands of me. My village burned. My cries fell silent. So, I walked away. Now, I’m the bad guy.
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Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 9:50 PM UTC
My Village Burned
My village burned. I watched it curl to smoke. And when I cried for help, They all thought it was a joke. Mom moved north, married a Christian banker man. When I visit, I’m committed to giving my kids more freedom. My sister got high on **** Her body fading into a ghost. She might not even be alive She doesn’t pick up the phone. My brother says I’m just too much: too loud, too heavy, too proud and tear-stained. Every word a siphon on my veins. And Dad?              Where’s Dad?                                          Dad? Hiding behind his work. Emotionally phobic, Pretending my name is silence. Because I'm not compliant. He uses the tears of my grief, To wash his hands of me. My village burned. My cries fell silent. So, I walked away. Now, I’m the bad guy.
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Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 9:50 PM UTC
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